fog.
Neutralhi.
is it raining where you are?
you are the whiskey on my lips
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november rain."Do you know what I mean? Can you understand me? I'm telling you I can feel and see these things!" The moment I said that, I knew I shouldn't have. Her ocean eyes narrowed behind wire-rimmed glasses, red-tipped fingers were reaching for the phone, and I was scared. I could feel my heart and see color pulse off your tweed shoulders, your curled hair. I could hear your whispers to the receiver. I am sitting right here. I can hear you.november rain.
"Yes. Yes, he is thirteen. Blond-blond hair, blue eyes.' You are looking at me now, almost apologetically, and I'm shaking my head.
"What's going on?" It is late. I rode here on my bike,
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