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It was a bright fall day. Spirit was in the air of the stadium. I was down here. They were up there. I scanned the crowd with intense eyes I saw one face I knew. One who I asked to a dance. Two years in a row. She said yes both times. She backed out both times. As she waved to me, I wanted to feel okay with it. I couldn’t. Down there, with all the performers, I felt alone. I raised my arm. I made a fist. I extended a finger. And I still look back with joy thinking about her reaction. I could feel the control in her eyes stagnate. Dead. I was liberated from her teasing grasp. I could finally hope to dance again.

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Date: 7/12/2018 2:07:00 AM
Drake, the realness in this makes it aptly felt and recognized as truth.
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