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It Could Be You-chapter 55It Could Be You-chapter 5
“You don’t need to understand. It’s done and there’s nothing you can do about it. Why are you complaining about yet another random person being in love with you?” Marie was not good at comforting Gina. “It’s not that. He killed himself because of me! I have a conscience, you know.” “The conscience is just a tool of the government and you know it.” Marie always thought she was right. Gina left the room, waiting until she had closed the bathroom
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It Could Be You-chapter 44It Could Be You-chapter 4
Dear Gina,
Do you remember what I told you about my research last time we talked? It was a rainy night, we were underneath a tree, which wasn’t really keeping us dry, waiting for cars to drive past so we could watch them and not feel so silent. You had your hair braided and your bangs were wet and stuck to your forehead, which looked adorable. I didn’t think I’d ever be telling you what I’m trying to tell you now. For six years I’ve been researching a hoax, the Bigfoot hoax. I remember how you listened to me
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It Could Be You-chapter 33It Could Be You-chapter 3
Gina went to The Store when she was finally dressed and feeling adventurous. Marie had garbled something about not giving a shit when Gina had asked her if she wanted to go too. Her hair was tangled and she was still wearing her pajama shirt over her work pants. Gina had asked her why she’d put on her work pants so early (it was two o’clock and she went to work at six), but Marie had just given her a scowl and continued pouring various cereals into one bowl, a task she took very seriously (the balance had to be perfect, otherwise it would taste horrible). Marie was not a morni
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It Could Be You-chapter 22It Could Be You-chapter 2
Gina woke up next to Marie for the first time in three weeks. Marie had been sleeping at her cousin’s house with her brother’s band and its few groupies. She had enjoyed being able to yawn and stretch when she woke up without Marie complaining about her breath or being accidentally hit in the face. She lay there in the almost-afternoon light and watched Marie’s closed eyes, wondering if they would suddenly open and if that would scare her. She decided it would so she got out of bed and placed the comforter back down so she didn’t disturb anything. Marie had been up u
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