i knew you, once. i knew what you liked on your toast and why your mom cried a a lot. i knew you hated strawberries. i could tell what you were thinking, six seconds before you let it spill from your lips. i knew you, once. but now, i am unsure. i do not know why you like him. i do not know what you did on friday and why you never tell me anything
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