« You’ve already planned on us being wrinkled? »
« I’ve planned everything. »
Life had other ideas.
« …we’ll see whose flower survives longer. »
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Michael and I started dating halfway through sophomore year.
He was the kind of person who couldn’t walk across the school parking lot without stopping to help somebody.
I was the girl who always carried two library books instead of one because I liked having a backup.
He forgot homework. I color-coded mine.
He spoke to strangers. I apologized to telemarketers before hanging up.
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