"I...yeah. I think so. We weren't that close when I left, but. Yeah." She takes a deep breath, shifts even closer. "We...we know we probably weren't gonna...you know. See each other. Or turn up. To. Funerals. I knew that when I left." Another deep breath, this one shakier. "I don't even know what the hell I'm feelin'."
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Date: 2010-11-08 05:46 am (UTC)