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:... Show more
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