my mother said that if we managed to break up and not be very sad, then we were lucky and we did well. but we never broke up. we went away and it became clear that we weren't doing anything together. we never talked about it. we grew apart. we never said goodbye. and when we said hello again we were already someone else. and now we can never say goodbye it seems.
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