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"Do you ever think of our exes?" she asked.

Her search bars were full of their names. She always thought about how he loved them, how he was loved in return, and what their memories were. His breakups were because he chose to fall out of love, so she wondered how she could be enough.

"No, not really," he said. "You're my best girl."

But "best girl" wasn't what she was looking forward to hear. She didn't know what, but she knew it wasn't that. Or maybe . . . she didn't even need words.

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