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Remembering to Go Back

I stared at her for a moment. She nodded. I shrugged looking out the window. “That’s what did it,” she whispered.
I sighed, “Do you have to understand everything?”
She smiled, “No, but I like to.That way, I can’t unintentionally hurt people.”
“Annoying the hell out of people, however…” I hinted.
She smiled slightly, “That I don’t mind so much. And hey, you came around, didn’t you?”
We were silent for a moment. This was probably the most I’d talked in… well, a long time. “This is nice,” she said after a moment.
That wasn’t exactly the word I would have used to describe it, but it wasn’t a bad as I’d thought. At least she’d talked about drinks for the most part.
“Drew,” she said after a moment, watching me carefully. When I was silent, she continued, “Is it… necessary to listen to music all the time?”
My hand tightened over my cup, “Yes,” I said sharply.
She raised an eyebrow; I could almost see her mind turning, looking at all the possibilities. “Are we going to go back soon?” I asked tiredly.

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