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“We didn’t talk much. The things I’d needed to say before didn’t matter anymore and what mattered now was too hard to hear. So Jamie didn’t tell me he’d be gone before Christmas, or that I was the first girl he ever loved. I didn’t tell him I had wanted it to be him all along, or that he was my first everything. Instead, we sat shivering and holding hands, and let ourselves believe we were lucky just a little while longer.”
― Jessica Raya, Please Proceed to the Nearest Exit