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The sheets, you tell me, are green. Maybe there is magic after all, or simply telepathy, that you could somehow know that I was lying sleepless in my bed, thinking of you. And how impossible it all was. I had decided, that night, that it was over. No more sneaking into your office under the knowing smirk of your colleagues.