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butterflies radiate in her tummy as she waits for him. her face, perfect. not a hair out of place. the cutest outfit. and she waits. teeth brushed. purse packed. waits. chapstick applied. flats on feet. waits. she peeks out the window occationally trying to look casual but she knows she looks like a loser. his loser. temporary tattoos tastefully chosen and put on. a few trips to the mirror to make sure her make up looks the same. and a few grabs at her hair to make the fake volume that never stays. she turned to look at her butt making sure its still there and looks okay. she grabs a sweater heads to look out the window again. more butterflies. she waits. "he'll be here soon" she thinks to herself. she waits. waiting for that moment his silver mustang pulls in frount of her house. so she'll drop everything and run to him. leaving the door open and letting the dogs out on accident. she waits. waits for that moment when he gets out of the cars and walks towards her. she waits. the exsact second their bodies meet and she jumps into him. she waits. that moment he lifts her and screams excitedly. waiting. he'll put her down and stare into her eyes. she loves that. she waits....