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I sat with you on the bench every Friday. You spoke very little, yet I spoke a lot. I enjoyed speaking to you, even though sometimes you were far off, somewhere I could not reach. Even if you were an arms length away, my fingers would pass right through you, as if you were nothing but mist.

I continued to tell you about my cat.

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