She visits me every Sunday. It seems to be the only time she can catch up on the details of my life without anyone knowing. And I don’t mind, because I know that she cares...but it would be much nicer if we could do it in person.
There is more to my life than these words, the ones you’ve been coming back to for the past three and a half years. I will never understand the reason why...add it to the list of unanswered questions.
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