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She kissed me on the cheek. It was a fantastic sensation. We kept walking, and I squeezed her hand gently. She squeezed back. It felt good.
"There's a loft where I'd always hide when my parents used to fight. Like it protected me from the danger of the world." The kid chuckled, "That was a lie."
This is the same word as yesterday, so why should I write about it? How about I write about something completely different.
Peanuts. I like peanuts. And peanut butter. My dad lived on peanut butter his freshman year of college.
Indistinct. Unfamiliar. Unidentifiable. The fact is that you can't figure out what it is, and that's what indistinct is.