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Running Lines

I'm not here to impress. I write to clear my mind and as such, my train of thoughts might be either brilliant or junk.
Keep on Dreaming @ 8.6.10


You’re leaning over the sofa, offering chocolates to everyone at my table. You’re always so generous and nice to everybody, it makes me like you even more. I’m scribbling away in my journal, reflecting about the days’ event. Why do the teachers have to make us do this? Argh, I’m not getting any ideas… I looked up and for a split second we’re looking at each other. And for that split second, I felt my eyes widen and my heart raced. You averted your gaze before I managed to recover. Awkward, I quickly busied myself with my journal again but my mind wasn’t focused even though it felt like I could burn a hole right through the book for staring at it so hard. Was I mistaken when I saw the look of panic flicker across your face? Is it possible? I grinned inwardly. Pfft. Yeah right.

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