He ordered chocolate milk.
Mint tea for me, please.
He was nice. He looked like that boy in the fault in our stars, the one who died.
I'm not saying he died. He's very much alive.
Sometime I wished I said yes. I just can't imagine anyone wanting to be with me.
We talked about everything: sewing, carpenterying, glass blowing,
I'm sad it ended.
Next time don't be scared. Who cares -- What makes a person cool, anyway?
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