Oh, I imagine I’m just like everyone else. I check pockets. I roll socks. I give tips. I skip pages. I fall asleep. I turn it off. I give directions. I scroll down. I make sure it’s even. I leave it out. I lock eyes. I write it down. I say thank you. I walk away. I pretend laugh. I for real cry. I wonder if he really loves me.
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