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I try to catch you in the hall. I leave tea and cornbread outside your room. I write you notes and slip them under your door. You are shutting me out.

We’ve been together almost nine months and I realize I don’t know you and I don’t understand. Are you having an affair? Do you have a drug habit? Are you depressed?

You are all I can think of but silly me, I try to distract myself by thinking “Blue Sky!” every time the pain sets in.

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