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What happens in Istanbul…

I saw him.
I couldnot resist.
How was it ?
Just talking.
I didnot touch him.
I also avoid drinking.
He didnot touch me.
Just talking.

I fed my soul.
I realized that I miss his friendship.

Dont know what will be happened next.
Maybe what happens in Istanbul stays in Istanbul.

Sunday.
Maroon 5.

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