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she was wearing a yellow sweater, and black skinny jeans. her hair was down, reaching her waist. 

she was holding tight onto the suitcase she had. 

i watched her sign the discharge papers. 

i watched her eyes run around the room and look for someone, perhaps that person was me. but i couldn't find the courage to go there and say goodbye.

i was too scared to let her go.

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