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Nov 2015
Phase one:
Ouch.
Her mind starts racing,
Tears threaten her eyes.
Her chest tightens.
Her heart breaks.

Phase two:
Friends?
After everything we have been through?
Really?
Friends!
I love you.
No, I loved you.

Phase three:
Fine.
Whatever.
Doesn't matter anyway.
I'm leaving.
Cheyenne
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Cheyenne
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   ryn and Sumina Thapaliya
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