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| 4 Year Anniversary December 2nd and we're walking around Walmart giggling and holding hands. Poor college students in the dead of winter, finding warmth in those involuntary moments when we lean into one another. I buy you Scrabble and you shell out eight bucks for a stuffed gorilla that I can sleep with at night. After exchanging gifts we park somewhere in the middle of the Indiana country, where the trees enclose us. And in the privacy of foggy windows, with every fumble over buttons and kiss so tenderly sweet we promise unspoken a future of more moments like this full of innocence and love. |
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it makes me "me." |
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