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Awkward Awkwardness crawls down his spine, as if a reptile leaving its footprints, when I am around.
Awkward Awkwardness crawls down his spine, as if a reptile leaving its footprints, when I am arou...
The first feeling fades, the sparks are gone. What remains? The broken parts of memories. Memories...they run in the veins. One step at a time. Turning into awkwardness, one footprint at a time. By:...
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