You know that I love you. I hear you say as you walk in the door, my younger sister in tow. You always say that, and I always smile. You don’t think I know the truth, even though it isn’t hard to know. Maybe you just don’t want me to think too much. I smile to make your words be true. Although I know you will run away again but not with me. So, I wait for you to walk out the door with my sister, and as you leave and turn back. You know that I love you.
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