"Bye baby", I say it trying not to sound sad. "bye, see you next weekend" He says it so assuringly, but I know that there is a 50/50 chance of me not seeing him next weekend. He walks out the door but not without giving me atleast 20 kisses and about 5 goodbyes. When he finally shuts the door I run to the window. I watch him get in the car, always
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