what's wrong with me?
"I've never had a problem with that ...". he wandered around the room aimlessly. His thoughts return to the only one over and over again. For Liv's gray eyes. He couldn't chase away the vision of her looking at him or dancing. He sat on the desk and watched people through the window, if only for a moment to function. He rubbed his eyes
and reached for the phone. He cursed under his breath and dialed the number.
- I'll be there for you at 19. Be ready ballerina ....
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