g his?

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    “So my intuition .”

    “I guess so. I am Cad Caldhe way.”

    “I kno kno. ters more talk about you in time.” She giggles.

    “Really?” he asks incredulously.

    “And you knooilets.”

    “Yeahing bad I hope.”

    “Not really? Just some girl o his face.

    “’s your name?”

    “Mei Lin.”

    “Nice name.”

    “Yeao live hey walk in silence.

    “I catch my bus here,” she says.

    “Really? So quickly? Do you act you online?”

    “Yes I do but I only use it at sc let me use a computer at ’s 5200603,” ss it to memory.

    “So I’ll message you at schen.”

    “OK.”

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    s it. S is t time ’s like  discovered teries of taste of ay  pulsating against  and tle rise and fall of  breasts. time itself.

    “o t.”

    “No need to be sorry. It  to be,” she world.

    “It’s just t I am leaving  .”

    “It doesn’t matter.  matters is t rue to our feelings. e  again. Ah, here comes my bus.”

    A number 8 bus pulls up to ted bus stop and t o  possible time.