I was there too that day, I think, getting frozen yogurt at Frolick.
What would have happened if I bumped into you, girl? I really would like to know. Would you look at me and smile? Would you tear and threaten to cry, or would you just turn and walk away pretend you never knew me, pretend I never existed? Damn you, Carmina, for still meaning something to me.
God knows if you'll ever forgive me.
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