Here آپ go Lilly:
I pulled out of the hug, and realized to my embarrassment that there was a tear running down my cheek. I felt my brothers' eyes boring into my back as I murmured the words, "I am so sorry..." and rushed up the stairs, slamming the basement door behind me. I entered my room and threw myself on the bed, stuffing my head into the down-y comfort that was my pillow.
She is NOT her.
She looks just like her...
She isn't coming back.
Look at her eyes Mikey. Their hazel. Just like hers.
Oh great, now I'm schizo. And shut the hell up, why do I care?
I speak the truth, now don't I? آپ think...
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