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S. says:

«I'm sitting here alone...thinking of .....him.

It's been a while since I last felt what I'm feeling now. I dreamed of him all night long. I keep remember his words, his touch on my skin, his sweet voice...I think he's not my type of guy. I saw the pictures. We really don't match. But maybe he's changed. Maybe he's not like that anymore. Maybe he's a really nice guy now. Or maybe I just need him to be. I wish his kiss would tell...»