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  • The morning would always start the same way. I would cook something up for our breakfast and you would smile as I brought it in. It always had some cheese - I know you love cheese.
    You would smile that wide smile you saved up for mornings when subtle social expressions were a bit too much for the both of us and would half-scream "thank you".
    And I would scream "you're welcome".
    And you would repeat your thanks and so forth, even as we ate the meal we had in front of us, even as we washed the dishes, even as we went our separate ways to a life we wanted to have together.
    Thanking each other, continuously, in this game to see who was more grateful for the other.
    A game we didn't want to win or lose.
    A game not meant for finishing.
    A game for playing endlessly.
    The game we'd fallen in love with.
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