He watched her from the window, the only place he still felt safe. His heart was crushed and the pain in his chest made it hard to stand, and sit. He watched her dark hair dance in the breeze, and watched her lips move as she talked. She was talking to a guy about the same age as her, a year older at most. She was giving all the signs of enjoying herself. Her physical body language said she was open and inviting as she laughed and moved. Her right foot was flexing and pointing up and then down,…
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Posted on May 26, 2009 at 3:33pm —
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