I can't cry...

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The girl is talking non-stop as I follow her closely. I don't think she even pauses to catch her breath. She's shown me everything I need to know, but she’s still rambling, repeating the same things she told me earlier. How does someone have the energy to talk this much? If I talked this much for an hour, I’d need a whole day to recharge. I like her, though. "We used to have a schedule, the girl I worked with and I. So I need to know how you want this to work." "I don’t understand," I say, confused. "I have classes, so I always leave when they start. But I can reschedule them to fit your schedule," she explains. "I haven’t joined college yet," I tell her. "Well, that’s even better! But once you do, show me your timetable so we can arrange something comfortable for both of us," she s

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