I want to be able to shrug it off. I did for a while, didn't I? I did. I have been sounding more and more mature and grown-up every moment. and then I read Eve's diary and I'm pining again.
No matter. They all found somebody else, after. Likely I will too.
My tummy hurts, though. I wish he were here.
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