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One time, we were lying asleep on my bed. Our arms and legs knotted altogether like vines creeping around a thick tree. I opened my eyes and the dimness of the bedroom embraced me suddenly - all I could see was you. 

You were awake. You were watching me sleep all throughout the night. And I didn't know. 

You had that way with people. With a lot of things. 

You do things I don't know about. And maybe that's why we began drifting apart - because your eyes  would close when I open mine. 

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