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"Why are you always thinking about him?" You asked me, thinking your funny. I only narrow my eyes at you.
"Am I not suppose to?!" You shook your head no, thinking I was crazy.
     "I can't just stop thinking about them." "So..you still like him?" Your words almost made me puke.
     "Just because I'm thinking about him doesn't mean I miss him or any of that shit." My voice was low and deadly.
     "I can't stop thinking about him because of what he did to me!! He did something that is unspeakable and it left a burned mark in my heart, and a tattoo in my brain. I can't just forget about it. It will haunt me."
     I picked up my stuff, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I was about to head for the door, but I needed to say one more thing.
     "I may have forgiven him and I may not even talk to him until I'm 80, but I will never...ever forget what happened, or what he did."
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