the flicker of computer screens surrounded us as we sat there, unmoving.

cautiously, i raised my head, "do you still think about me?"

"no, not at all, i actually don't care about you anymore. she means everything you don't."

his answer sliced through me as i slumped into the chair, struggling with the reality that he was not mine.
and again  
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