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She thinks about him often. No, perhaps that isn't the proper way to put it. For her to think about him often, there would have to be times when he wasn't on her mind, and that very concept is so ridiculous that she pushes it away instantly, unable to cope with its revolting presence. It's more like she thinks about him largely, so that he seems to occupy more and more of her mind daily, if that makes any sense—it doesn't. She's never been particularly good with words, and isn't even sure why she's trying to fit her current state of mind into syllables that she could put voice to—or perhaps write down, if she had the patience. Of co