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She was snoring. I was sitting as straight up as I possibly could. Her head was on my shoulder. I didn’t move. She jumped in her sleep and woke up. She frantically kept trying to apologize. I told her not to worry. Silence fell again. She brought up how little I knew about Hemingway. I pushed her off the couch. She retaliated. She was on top of me. In the middle of the “fight” I told her I thought I loved her. She told me to shut up. We kissed.
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