utterly unintentionally, but i did it nonetheless. the perverse thing is afterwards, before i knew for sure how he was, i was on a complete natural high.
and there was that dream. if changed a lot of today. it changed how i looked at him. it changed my thoughts on the bus. it changed my actions. which in actuality led to the unintentional hurt.
bad, bad jess.
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