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I leaned my head against the window and pulled my feet up on the chair before pulling my book out. "What are you reading?" "A book." "Well obviously. But what kind of book?" "One with paper in it." "Okay, duh. But what is it called?" "It is called a book." "My god woman! What is the name of the damn book?" "It is called Thirteen Reasons Why." "I can give you thirteen reasons why I need your number." He winked before laughing. "I can not even get mad at you. That was good." "It was the best doll." It was quiet for a bit before he turned to look out the window. "It is crazy how fast we are moving by things." "It really is, but the sooner I get to New York, the sooner I get my bed." "True. So why are you moving to the big city?" "I did not want to be stuck under my parents roof anymore. But I mean, what twenty year old does?" "I get what you mean. I moved out of my parents at your age to." "You make yourself sound old. How old are you?" "Twenty-two." "Ew. So old." "Hardy-har." I pulled out a bag of gummy bears and began munching on them as I stared out of the window again. I gently tucked a piece of my brown hair behind my ear and turned back to Logan. "Care to share?" "Here." I dumped some in his now cupped palm. "Thanks." "Mhm." "Why are you moving to New York?" "Bigger opportunities. I write music." I smiled. I was a musical artist as well. "You will have to sing me a song." "But my guitar is in the packing truck with the rest of my stuff." "Oh ok. No big deal, I will probably hear you on the radio someday." "Hey, this just gives me a reason to visit my favorite acquaintance when we part our ways." "Favorite acquaintance? How dare you! I can not believe there are more." "Yeah but you are my favorite one doll."
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