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... ma, no sharp words, no glares across tables. Just me and Val... being us.
We laughed more than we probably should’ve. Talked about things that didn’t even matter. Things that didn’t need to matter. At one point, she leaned across the couch and tugged at my shirt just to tell me she thought my hair looked funny when it stuck up in the back. Then she laughed like it was the best joke she’d ever made.
Another time, she decided my handwriting was too "boring," so she stole my noteboo ...
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