My students are writing short stories. This is what I got from one of them.
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San Francisco. <3
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Why? It’s the feeling of being mad at that person, but then you feel guilty for being mad at them so you wanna make up for all the shouting and insults you did. And then you look at them and they have those sorry, lustful eyes. You walk over to them and then hug them and then your libido just controls you and your simple hug turns to caressing and then to kissing, to making out and then the rest is all fun.
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