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  • How to Exhale
  • I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.
  • Hit Myself in the Head
  • I somehow managed to hit myself in the head with my racket and clip Mike’s shoulder on the same swing.
  • Something to be afraid of
  • That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That’s really not in your best interest.
  • Standing Far Away
  • I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause — no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.

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