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( 5.5 ) j u d i t h DRIVING ON THE STREET WHERE HE LIVES, I WAS SOMEHOW HESITANT TO STOP BY. I took a turn home, passing by the house that was a light shade of beige. I texted Tyler and some of my other friends to grab some snacks, hoping I might come up why Simon left earlier. He hasn't replied nor seen my texts for the past few hours either. What did I do wrong? Or perhaps he was just overthinking some things like the last time. At least that's what I hoped for. While waiting for a reply from the guys, I found myself thinking about Simon; what he was doing and dreaming about. From his eyes to his lips, to his hands and fingers, I felt somehow empty inside. I shook my thoughts away as soon as I heard
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