oh you used to love the way she'd come into school with pencil marks smudged on her fingertips, her eyes wide and searching and her words short and halting (her caffeine addiction endeared her to you) she'd whisper notebook secrets into your hair and you saw anguish in the way she could never quite look at you...
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