Change

“Why do I think of myself in this way,” I ask. She doesn’t say a thing. “You’ve known me for years; what’s changed?” 

She looks at me, her eyes dark and filled with memory. “You have,” she says. “You’ve changed. You’re— we’re different now.”

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