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I miss you, she wrote, and pressed Send. Her blood pumped in her ears. She immediately wanted to take it back. But an ellipsis appeared. I like that shirt, Mat wrote. Is it new? ?? Look up from your phone, Lamby.
“But I wrote you seven thousand letters!” he said, and Ava covered his mouth with her hand.
who could you be if you believed you were worthy of love?
“We fall in love with the best version of someone and we break up with the worst. It’s a slow decline, and it either plateaus at a tolerable level and you stay together fifty years or you leave.
Who could you be if you let yourself be happy?
