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Her thoughts:
I hate that I have gone away artic swept underneath any sun that can glare
Standing in my accounts of absence I wonder what if and why can't this be there
When will it be my turn.
To fold open and unravel

Texts messages
Over the weekend.

Her text.
I been thinking about you.

His text.
And me you.

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