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    Crushes
    Tuesday, August 10, 2010, 11:30 PM
    I used to think it impossible when people went on about being able to sense when their crush - or the person they care about - was in the vicinity. I used to scoff at them. After all, the very thought. It was preposterous. Lately, however, it has hit me that this is exactly how things are where you are concerned. Although I have long since abandoned any hope that something may transpire between us. In fact, I’m not so sure that I would like anything of the sort to happen anymore. But the feelings, they still linger. Despite numerous attempts to get over you... I don’t seem to have progressed much.

    Okay, this is random..

    Out of the billions of the people in the world, your're bound to have a look-a-like. Have you found yours?