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It's been a year and a half. You once told me a weekend without me was torture. How do. you stand it?
I still miss you even though I know you played me like music; you've always been incredibly good at it.
I still love you, as sad as it is. I hope you are happy. I want that for you almost more than I want you here.
Sigh.
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