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She was happy to see her, but they weren’t talking.
She almost jumped on her to hold her, but they weren’t talking.
She felt butterflies when she saw her performing again, almost mesmerized by her voice, but they weren’t talking.
She felt pure happiness upon learning of her pregnancy, but they weren’t talking.
She couldn’t help but smile foolishly at seeing her so oblivious, but they weren’t talking.
She couldn’t resist giving a goodbye hug longer than necessary, but they weren’t talking.
She didn’t think twice about offering to stay and help her during the last month of pregnancy, but they weren’t talking.
She refused with an overwhelming urge to shout yes at the top of her lungs, but they weren’t talking.
When her daughter was born, she considered the name Emily, but even so, they still weren’t talking.
When she learned she had conceived the baby, all her desire to continue the tour disappeared, and an abrupt urge to cross the Pacific arose, but even then, they still weren’t talking.
And they never really spoke again. Not like old days. Ever.
WHAT WAS THAT ME DOING ANGST STEMILY?????? yea that's EXACTLY what it was.