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We were walking to the bar to buy tequila and talking about the people with us, one was a freind of his, one was his sister, and one we had thought was his freinds girlfriend, but we had been wrong.
I listed them, naming her as the "mystery woman". He missed this, and thought I was talking about myself. I told him I'd meant her, but he just smiled and said that It applied better to me. I know it's silly, and I know it doesn't mean anything, and I wouldn't dare say this to him, but no one's ever called me mysterious before, no one's ever really called me anything before. It made me feel special. |
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