I want it to be (selfishly) how I want it: one human, read my cue, cue tears, cue the followed dance around it, because then we can scream. I might as well just scream. Emily, you don't have to play. You are not her and he is not me and what I said about Christmas trees made me believe there were two of me and one of them would've said "Hannah" way before now.
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