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I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. An insight, it would seem, if she would just let me be. But she's not an idiot, and I can't be fooled. She's not a friend. I'm not a lover. She likes to tell me about her friends, but I tune her out and look through the window and sigh. She won't stop picking. She won't stop biting. I don't need her idiocy and she wants without my foolishness, so I suppose I'll leave her be. For now. I always go back. I wish I didn't but I always go back.