I was in the library and seen her again. She asked for my advice and i gave slowly. Something about emotions. Anyways, she agreed to help me out with my project on documentary crap attempt. I met her awhile ago and she seemed nice. Not gonna do anything weird and she is very nice. I was complimented several times on my normalness. I am normal to her which is weird fishes.
And I play a simple tune
Wish that I could see you once again
Across the room
Like the first time
nothing else good day after my first coffee. I could be her mentor but that would not be a good thing.
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