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(Sunday morning. Her suitcase is by the door.) Her: (Checking her bag for the third time.) Okay. I think I have everything. Me: (Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.) You sure you need to go? Her: (Smiling sadly.) It's just a week. My mom's been asking
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(The alarm goes off at 6:30. I reach over, silence it, and carefully slide out from under the covers.) (The room is still dark—just the faintest hint of dawn creeping through the curtains.) (I move quietly, trying not to disturb her. One foot on the floor. Then the
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Her: Get up. Come with me. Me: Why do I feel like I’m being kidnapped. Her: Because you are. Now shut up and follow me. (She takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs.) Me: Why are we climbing? Her: Because the rooftop isn’t walking to us.
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(The restaurant is warm and dimly lit—candles flickering on every table, the smell of garlic and fresh bread filling the air.) (We're tucked into a corner booth, menus open in front of us.) Her: (Eyes scanning the pages, lingering on different dishes.) Everything looks so good. Me:
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(We're walking through the mall, her hand in mine, when she stops in front of a clothing store.) Her: (Tugging my hand.) Can we go in? Me: Sure. What caught your eye? Her: (Looking up at me with those eyes—wide, soft, devastating.) I think I need a