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I still think about a stranger's hands after midnight
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I still think about a stranger's hands from one night out, and I hate that such a small moment became such a private fantasy. The more I try to act unbothered, the more obvious the desire feels inside my own head. I know this sounds intense, but pretending it is nothing has not made it disappear.
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