We were on our second pot of coffee and then some;I was drenched, dripping where I stood,open-mouthed and shivering with my jeans clutching my legs in her doorway. My hair was falling in my face when she brushed it away from my eyes like the way the pavement broke the fall of the streetlight's silhouette. In the kitchen, she'd left the water running and the sink as filling up with everything we weren't saying. She put my clothes in her dryer and I sat on the edge of her bed, wearing her Cute t-shirt, watching her spin around the room to a mix-CD I made her. What I wanted to tell her was that I'm in love with him, I can't see straight anymore but then she asked me why I looked like I'm always smiling even when I'm not.
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There is no successful way to levitate.
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