When I remember Lisa I don’t think about her clothes, or her work, where she was from or even what she said. I think about her smile, her taste, her skin touching mine.
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Lisa: Do you think I look like a boy?
Matt: Yeah, that’s why I like you.
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Lisa: They’re like wings! You look like an angel.
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Lisa: Only unhappy people can’t dance.
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Lisa: Those glasses look so ugly.
Matt: I’m trying to look ugly.
Lisa: They look stupid.
Matt: I’m trying to look stupid.
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Matt: The only reason I would swim in there is if I really loved you.
Lisa: That’s so boring.
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