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| mi mancherà tanto ç.ç She wears her tears on her blouse, confused and racked with self-doubt, she stole the keys to my house and then she locked herself out 
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“I like to feel around in the dark a lot and bump into things, and then kind of take Polaroids of the bruises, and ponder them for a while, and see if I still like them a week later.” 
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