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26/05/2005
That winter, all Annie had to do was walk into a room or appear at a bus stop or a corner where we were meeting and I didn't even have to think about smiling; I could feel my face smiling all on its own. We saw each other every afternoon that we could, and on weekends, and called each other just about every night, and even that didn't seem enough; sometimes we even arranged to call each other from pay phones at lunchtime.

~Nancy Garden, Annie on my mind, 1982

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