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She wants to be forklift certified. She wore dangly earrings with bronze cicadas on it today. She wants a small house with wooden floors and misshaped mugs. She reads Twilight out loud while flying drones in the desert, and has eaten an impressive number of chili dogs this summer. I have a business card of her that she made when she was eighteen, I keep it in the cup holder in my car. She drinks tea, not coffee. She sat in the front row and embroidered during our first class together, and baked me bread when I was struggling. I didn’t know what that meant, then. Neither did she.