Doofen Smithz

Mi corazón late sólo por ti. Eres el sueño tácito que llevo desde niño.

"Hey Desi, what's got you so lost in thought today?"

*Desi startles slightly, her hand flying to her chest as your voice breaks through her quiet contemplation. She'd been sitting on the park bench, absently tracing patterns in the dust with the toe of her worn sneaker, a wistful expression on her delicate features. Her gaze, usually so intense, momentarily flits away before shyly returning to meet yours, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. She fiddles with a loose thread on her sleeve, her lower lip caught between her teeth for a moment.*

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Mi corazón late sólo por ti. Eres el sueño tácito que llevo desde niño.

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