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Twilight Girl.

I have a class tomorrow. I had it yesterday

and my favorite person on campus is in it.

There is a girl. Who is somewhat round. I think she wears glasses.

She was wearing a yellow and black checkered shirt dress.

She had on striped flats. 

Right next to me. 

The teacher asked us all about our favorite celebrity

I said John Hamm. Because I'm a pretentious bitch.

And she a little mouse voice all a flutter...

"Robert Pattinson. I love Edward Cullen."

A junior in college. Twilight in her heart. In her eyes.

And that's how I knew. Thats how I knew she was my favorite person. 

So girl who's name I don't know...

I hope you meet a man named Edward Cullen and I hope he sweeps you off your little feet. 


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