If you're listening,
We always talked about taking that voyage together.
We didn't want to die in our sleep, like so many people wish for.
Or, at least, she didn't.
She thought it sounded boring, and even though dying scared me, I wanted to be brave enough to engage in the fantasy.
We decided we'd go out defending our tree house against the separatists.
It was inevitable, once they'd finally discovered us kissing, traitorously, beneath their cootie infested boys only headquarters.
We'd be cap-gunned to death.
She thought it was romantic, like Romeo

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