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The Death of No #4


Stories rounded the room of missed movie nights, and dancing alone and walking alone, all the times we needed No and No was too busy doing whatever it is No does when No isn’t around.

Of course, then we felt guilty for blaming No for not being there when we needed No. We made a collective pact to call No more often, to shout No when No was needed, to let No know without a shadow of a doubt that No was important, that No mattered, that we needed No and wouldn’t ever let No go again. Then we cried.

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