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Hello Steph.
His smile automatically appeared in his mind, his eyes that shone with amusement. He put an arm around him and whispered in his ear, "You really like the sound of my name, don't you?"
Keep going
Sorry. I can't.
[Inbox (1)]
[It's okay, Shota.
You can try another way.]
[Answer]
[...Okay.]
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Touch, I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor, it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
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Steph
Recipient: Hey baby
Recipient: Let's see each other today
Recipient:I'll let you choose our date ;)
Have you arrived home yet? I ordered your favorite food. Eaaat.
Bye, luv u.
— Steph
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Steph
Recipient:Look about yesterday
Recipient:I didn't mean to be rude
Recipient:I am so sorry, Shota
Home, hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're–
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He was going to Shota's house to apologize properly that day.
The traffic was so chaotic. And Steph didn't always look both ways.
In the end, Shota did see him.
Though Steph couldn't see him back.
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Touch, sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real
I need something more
I need something more
Say goodbye
I will miss you.