nice outside, she said. She said it
when she really wanted me to go. You see,
I love her. I love her dearly. But you see,
she doesn't love me—right now. Just
right now, right now, right now. It's okay.
It's just right now and not forever. She said,
it's nice out, outside. So I went and it was
lovely weather.
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