I was just thinking about you.
Oh, really?
Yeap. I always think about you. It's embarrassing, actually.
So how much do you think about me?
My brain is a galaxy and you are the space that occupies it.
Basically you're saying that I'm just an empty space?
Smiling, she said, "You know what I meant."
Smiling, he replied, "I do."
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