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They entered each other’s lives quickly, the way the young do when they think time is not their enemy. A small apartment, second floor, two rooms, a kitchen that only fit one person at a time, pipes that knocked in the winter as if they objected to the season. Old furniture from classifieds, a mattress almost on the floor, mismatched plates, cheap coffee, music everywhere. Lina sang badly and often. Daniel pretended to complain and smiled like an idiot every time.

What Kept Coming Back Up (My Life as a Fiction Story, Dedicated to My Girlfriend)
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