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it was Spring, and damp 

the residue of her smoke drifted down, not up 



it was Evening, and newly dark

the porch lights and streetlamps, barely warm 



it was supposed to be just Friends,  she wasn't dressed up so

his appearance made her awkward


                                                        tugging at her bangs,  pulling down her sleeves  










thanks to  gahachino for the title   

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