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SILVER SPRINGS

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My cheeks burned as I distracted myself, pointing out my new house, my new bedroom window. You pretended to listen. My insides pulled towards my core, struggling to find their gravity. I felt what we had built rush through my fingers then; particles desperate to find the ground. 

As we walked, I whispered to myself over and over: I don’t love anyone. You’re not listening. It wasn’t true, but I repeated it anyway.