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There was always that one girl, maybe a few. She was intelligent, beautiful and somehow always just out of reach. She was a good girl, or at least kind underneath the surface, but you couldn't help but wonder how bad she could be. Before you knew it, you were both graduated, and slowly the excitement that her presence incited dissipated when she was no longer in your life. But maybe you still wonder what went on in her mind, her fantasies, her secret passions. I'm not her, but I'm her to someone.
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