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Annie and I.
Friends, I suppose.
We sit up in the middle of the night talking.
Sometimes we encourage each other to resist the food.
Other times we just talk.
Our topics float around, leapfrogging from thing to thing.
It is refreshing to have someone that understands.
Secretly, oh, so secretly, we talk.
And we forge a quiet sisterhood, unbeknownst to others.
Two weeks pass by.
Friends, I suppose.
We sit up in the middle of the night talking.
Sometimes we encourage each other to resist the food.
Other times we just talk.
Our topics float around, leapfrogging from thing to thing.
It is refreshing to have someone that understands.
Secretly, oh, so secretly, we talk.
And we forge a quiet sisterhood, unbeknownst to others.
Two weeks pass by.