I saw a certain boy again today, and I can't help but wonder if the face I involuntarily make occurs before I leave his eyesight, or after. I can't imagine that it's a terribly pleasant face; I don't have many terribly pleasant memories with him. I wonder if he ever sees that face.
Despite the massive amount of ice that is currently on the ground from the storm last night, I remain hopeful about spring. Winter cannot leave us fast enough, and I am desparate for any hint of spring.
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