#stephyingwrites

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the ball dropped, i guess that was our cue.

our cue. stephanie ying.

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i don’t know how to remember someone else. the sound of his voice, i was too distracted by an old song that i played in my teenage years. the the bridge of his nose, was it pointed or sloped at the bottom? i can’t remember a face i’ve been sitting across for six hours, but i can remember yours, the one that abruptly left me without a goodbye many months ago.  i remember your chuckle, the one you release with a tight lipped grin because you hated how your teeth showed. i remember the shade of your eyes: pools of dark blue-grey that blended better than any painter's hand.

i always remember you. stephanie ying.

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you try to speak to me. do i dare listen?

ten word story #59. stephanie ying.