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     he sees her doing the same routines.

     sushi and writing on monday lunches. at the same table and the same stance. sometimes she would forget her pencil is in between her ears.

     tuesdays and wednesdays, blackout poetry. she would sketch on the pages of a book - today has a sketch of two holding hands.

     thursdays and fridays, she would always skip lunch and hang out in the music room they have together. he would skip his food with her, or bring snacks to munch on sometimes.

     through his dull life, he sees passion. they say it would look red.

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