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12 Grapes at Midnight

On New Year's Eve, I will make plans to sit under a table with green grapes. Eat 12 of them instead of kissing your face. Maybe I will end up manifesting your love in the next seasons to come. And when the clock strikes midnight, I will realize that you loved me last year. And this year I will love me more.

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