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December 7, 2008
It is getting harder for her stop talking as time goes on. His hair is longer now. It has been six months. It has a slight curl she hasnít noticed before. She plays with the tiny mole on her neck as she speaks, twisting it absentmindedly. He looks at her neck and notices the necklace. Silver, with a pendant shaped like her country. He didnít know she is patriotic. She is always a source of monotonous cheer, never passion. She doesnít know that he looks at her when her eyes become unfocused and she is lost in her own words.