Genre: Work in Progressand so, i fell out of the cab, she- holding her hand tightly over her mouth. we stumbled to a decently lit parkinglot. she sat down. and i, well, i fell down. my head hit the dirt before the rest of me. somehow we were home, only slightly bruised. and i never got that kiss i've waited a very long time for. but i still got her, and it was not a night wasted.
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