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Candice still makes me dinner. It's always just us. She always lights candles on the table, and none of the friends we share, know she does this for me. We sit and eat, we chat about things, and as the night wears on the talk dies down. We finish eating, and Candice always gets that look in her eyes. Her face flushes, and her lips fill out. She blinks slowly. Most times I leave. Sometimes I don't.
Candice can tell that I don't care about her. They can always tell, afterwards. They say I'm cold. I feel cold.
I didn't feel cold with Susie. I don't like feeling cold anymore.
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