I like noticing when people stop, mid-thought and mid-step, to change direction. The precise moment when priorities or desires shift. I always wonder about the one that's winning.
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Words can't explain how much I enjoyed reading those few sentences.
I decided I wanted the piece of pizza after all.
a roller derby girl who looks like you asked me to fix her bike today. it was scary and comforting. LIKE YOUR FACE.
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