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I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

"But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say goodbye."
"Don't know why you... say goodbye. I say... hello."

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting? I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I'm sorry I can't properly introduce myself, but I don't have a name any more. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries.