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I remember we were sitting in my room about two years ago; it was around 6pm and getting darker by the minute. You were wearing one of your earthy colored tee-shirts, probably navy blue, and the light, faded jeans that you have a million pairs of. My hair was in my face because at this point I was still self conscious about my ears and I didn’t want you to see them. You’re hair was longer than it…