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nothing said was worth remembering when it was all forgotten the next day. she showed up each day a though it was the first time she saw me. its refreshing. 


"do you like me?" she said, braiding her shoe laces together.

"obviously, why else would I wait up for you at 2 am."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

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