She's so. . . . different.
She isn't attached, has a mind of her own, and I don't know what I'm thinking about when I'm around her.
It's just so different.
And then she was gone.
Technically, I was.
Does she still remember me?
Do I still remember her?
Should I still think of her?
I will see her again.
I just don't think she'll see me.
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Non-FictionA collection of short stories that I've heard of having possibly happened and my imagination imagining what would have happened. All of these stories are true, partly or wholly. Also, the title is slightly misleading: I don't want to comment, but ev...
