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I like to tell stories, she thinks. They talk a lot. Every time she thinks of him she feels like crying. She doesn't know why. He doesn't smoke while he's watching her. They talk, a lot. She likes to draw "j"s and "g"s all the time. It's the curves, you see. The curves. She wonders if the curves have anything to do with the way she conducts her life. In straight lines. And she's tired of straight lines. In fact, she's tired of everything.
dçlkçdThey talk a lot. She likes to talk when people listen, and that is so rare. He listens. She wonders why. Lately there's a whole lot of things she wonders about him. She even wonders if he wonders about her. She always concludes that she's just a job he has to finish. But he doesn't. In the beginning she wanted him to finish her. Now she's not so sure. She's less and less sure of a great many things. He, on the other hand, seems to be always very sure of a lot of things.
kldkdThey talk a lot. She likes that. She wonders if he likes it as much as her. She wonders if she would like him to enjoy that as much as she does.
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