I'm standing beside your car. I'm sitting behind your table. I'm hovering over your copy of Cosmo. Underneath your folding chair. In front of your eyes. Swimming in your Starbucks Tall Mocha Frappuccino. Do you miss me? Do you think of me at all? Do you hear our song on the radio at night? And when you do, do you mouth the words and think about the way we danced, the time we laughed only at ourselves? I hate you so much.

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