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I ran into you at breakfast today. You never come to breakfast. Why were you at breakfast today? You sat across from me and ate your blueberry muffin with a fork while I shoveled oatmeal into my mouth, wondering what else could happen. It took me longer than it usually did to finish my logic homework at the table.

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You slid into your usual desk (next to me) right before sociology class began, and I still didn't take off my earphones until you had pulled out your sketch book and busied yourself with an earlier drawing. Today's topic was Sigmund Freud, and I could count on two hands the number of times I glanced at you during discussion.

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As soon as class was over, I started towards the bench where you always have a post-sociology cig, but you stopped and reminded me of a previous appointment the both of us had. I mean we were attending the same workshop, but there was still a five-second pause devoid of any words before you said "see you later" and walked off.

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I immediately spotted you at the refreshments table, but I decided not to say anything until I had the right words in my head. As I was pouring tea into my mug, you leaned over slightly and said "I thought you abandoned me" with one cocked eyebrow. I looked up to reply, and--sure enough--the words died in my mouth.

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At dinner, you ate quickly and barely said anything. I laughed more boisterously than I should have the entire time and made sarcastic quips that weren't actually that sarcastic. When you abruptly got up and left (but not before throwing a smile at someone else), I crammed a slice of cake into my mouth and thought nothing of it.

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I am crazy. And obsessive. This is me being crazy. And obsessive. Behold.