I can't help but wonder if he says the same things to her.
If he looks at her the same way.
Maybe it's just the way he is.
I may never know.
And I'm okay with that.
March is getting closer.
I want it to slow down.
Actually, no I don't.
I want to go back to Wilmette.
I miss it more than you could imagine.
You never could imagine me though.
I was crazy to think you ever would.
And even if you have...
you never proved it.
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