"I made you a
bracelet."
I said, handing it to
him.
"Why?"
He asked.
"So every time you look down at your wrist, you'll think of
me."
I
answered.
"I don't want it."
he
replied.
"Oh."
I mumbled, looking down
at my feet.
"Because I don't need to look at a bracelet to think of
you."
He smiled as he spoke the words to
me.
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