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I walked up to his house. I knocked on his door. He answered. I ran with embarrassing. I felt stupid he was the one I loved. The one I lived my life for, but I could never approach him.
The color of my favorite dress.
I sat in front of my paper. Blank. My mind was full of space and air. It was blank. I was trying to write a story about life or maybe love, I don' know. I was trying to invent a new best seller that Oprah would want to read.