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She lets me walk with her. I bought a goddamn dog just so I'd have an excuse to walk around the park and maybe run into her.

I let her brother walk Cujo, despite her objections. It means more alone time with her.

"Are you in college?" I ask, because that's something friendly to ask, right?

"I actually don't go to school." She steps over some mud and I don't think she's going to elaborate.

"Too busy working?" I'm desperate to know what's inside that mind.

"You could say that," she says. I stare at her from the corner of my eye. It frustrates me to no end. I've been pacing myself for two months. I'm getting impatient.