— It would be different... if we could just give it another go around.
— Remember me. Try your best. Maybe we can.
When I was a kid, I thought I was. Can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid. Like you don't matter. So, I'm eight... and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine. And I keep yelling at her.: ''You can't be ugly! Be pretty!'' It's weird. Like if I can transform her, I would magically change too.
I'm Clementine. Can I borrow a piece of your chicken? And you picked it out of my plate before I could answer and it felt so intimate like we were already lovers.
— I'm gonna marry you. I know it.
— Um... okay.
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