Irene, Wendy

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Irene-
When I walk in today, she seems happy to see me.
       "Wendy, what should we do today." She flinches at her name. She hasn't heard it in a while.
     
Wendy-
        "Don't say my name, it shouldn't grace your filthy lips."

Irene-
I walk over and lean in so our noses almost touch.
        "What, these lips?"

Wendy-
She kisses my forehead, then my eyelids, then my nose—

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