Olive climbs over my book, around my laptop, to reach me. She's always reaching out for me. I'm always reaching out, but I'm in sometime space. She comes and looks into my eyes — I'm here, I came from outside to live inside with you, I found you when you found me, right? So you know, you're also here. If you feel vacant sometime, I will keep reminding you.
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