It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.
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It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.
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It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.
It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.