Across the party, I watch them. He gently, subtly, tugs on his earlobe. She pulls all her long red hair away from her left ear, draping it over her right shoulder. He leans in and whispers something to her. I don't know what. No one does. They are sharing a secret. We used to share secrets, she and I. Whatever he tells her, it makes her smile. And
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