I am working at the flower shop and you visit me. I feel loved. You spend time with me as I work. I hear someone approach us. I hear that person claiming we were all high school classmates. They then ask why we are together when we use to…, but before they can finish their sentence I hear you cut them off. I think to myself, you and I use to be classmates..? You never mentioned that to me. After the so called high school classmates leaves, I decide to ask you Baby, your my classmate..?
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