In which my heart becomes a puddle on the floor.
Thursday, August 16, 2012 13:28Posted in category thoughts
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This is the smile that James seems to reserve only for me, and at that, whenever I’m talking cutesy to him in a higher pitched voice than I use for normal conversation. 
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