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"i like you-but then again i have this odd fascination with weird things, like sand castle, old buildings, and the smell of tar after rain-" "so you are saying that i am a weird-thing." "kind of. weirdness is good. i love weird." it was still blurry but what matters the most is that she remembers how it was rather strange, all of it. she's not comfortable with the feeling of something in the pit of her stomach-people call it butterflies but yeah sure having butterflies in your stomach is totally a good thing-she likes to call it her natural defense system-but against what? what are those increasing rate of heartbeats and palpitating nerves are for? it was still strange, all of it. but she likes it. Labels: and spm is like 25 days away, i'm going to start a marathon of anecdotes!, what am i doing with my life ;_;
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