I kiss her back and tangle my fingers in her hair.
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I flash a smile back, "I don't think I've ever heard you sing, come to think of it. I'm sure you're not horrible though. Maybe he just wants to hear your voice."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot