He is a rockstar. She is a seamstress.
She writes when she misses him.
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She needed a place to stay. He lived in the house. They had never met. Two days she lived there without an encounter. She came down with the flu. He forgot his key. She had to let him in. She looked bad. She was embarrassed. He locked himself in his room to write music. She puked her guts out in the bathroom next door.

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  12:52 am, by heisarockstar