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Hey, Amy.

M E M O R I E S– they trickle down, tickle her back and shock the system. It’s been so long. D E A T H. It had been the assumption, an unfortunate and unforgiving fact of live. I’ll move past this, he wasn’t that important. Just a guy who climbed through my window and calmed me down. I ran away, it was my choice. I wasn’t looking to be found.

B U L L S H I T.

“Shit, boo, s’been a long ass time. Where ya’ been? Gimmie’ a hardy irish soundin’ sentence. Ain’t gotta be so quiet.”

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There’s a smile that tugs at the corners of his lips as he watches the mask of apathy melt from her face. It’s nice to see such a familiar, pretty face. He had been alone for far too long. A friend is a nice thing to have. He’d forgotten that.

“You know I don’t have an Irish accent--” He feigns one, though, and he does pretty well, “Ya fookin’ idjeet.”