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By the time I was seventeen, I had started imagining a future with Ben.
Never out loud.
Just quiet daydreams of him, me, and Rosie, our lives happily intertwined, while I did my homework or brushed my hair before bed.
I had started imagining a future with Ben.
I thought he saw it too.
The way he lingered on our porch.
The way he laughed at things Rosie said that only I would find funny.
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