"So...how do you feel?" came the quiet question, her bright eyes twinkling in the lamp light. Beneath a layer of knit cloth, the girl's eager heart beat so strongly that it could burst at any moment...at any word.
With a deep breath, the boy let out a frustrated sigh, pacing about the tiny room. "I don't know," he began, "I mean, I've made so many mistakes in my short life..."
Beneath a sweater, a sternum buckled.
"And yet, for all they've hurt...they've been worth it, just to find you."
The girl's smile burst open like a heart...
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Mr. Whitford,
Seeing as how you recognize the name, would you like to converse with the self behind the name once again?
Send an e-mail to the account listed in the user info...it's been a while
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