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Aug 2017
After our fight he came in the room and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. We sat in silence reflecting on the words we spewed at one another. Silence. He chuckled. I whispered "what?" He says, "do you hear that? Even the birds know how to communicate better than us" I smiled
Viany
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