Epilogue

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You're sitting across from me in a shitty diner in America, and I watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and I think "I love you and I wanna marry you".

You look up, catching me staring, and for a moment I think I'm brave enough to say it, but I take too long and the moment passes. I could feel my insides squirming.

I take the balled up straw wrapper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. You laugh. I sink deeper. I never want to go another day without hearing that laugh.

I think I have all the time in the world to say it.

- End

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