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porcelain boy.He was a silly-smiled boy, her best friend, her best-kept secret. During the days of crisp, flame-licked leaves, like abandoned hearts strewn across the sidewalk, she was just a girl whom he knew by her last name, whom he only saw blend in with the sea of estrogen and heavily mascara-ed eyes, searching for a purpose within those cinder-brick walls and cold, metal lockers, encrusted in love notes and pencil sharpenings. During the days of reborn grass, adorned with dew, and the hint of summer approaching, she was the girl whom he had surrendered his soul to.porcelain boy.
Then the days grew thick and heavy, with heat and sun, never stopping for
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