I can't stop thinking about your smiles that I've seen up close, and how cute we probably look that day: sitting next to each other in the bleachers, laughing together at random things while slightly pushing each other.
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"Are you okay?" I ask randomly while walking and I can tell she is surprised and uncomfortable with the question.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She says and smiles. This morning I would've believed it. But now getting to know her, I don't.