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I’m not sure if this is what I think it might be. But I flip the seat warmer on for the passenger chair when I’m on her street. And I made her a paper snowflake (a spooky one because she’s goth and too cool for Christmas). And I dropped off a Tupperware of arroz con habichuelas when she told me just how much she missed her abuela’s. We took another walk together a few nights ago and the heavens poured down onto us. She let me touch a finger to the apple of her cheek where her eyeshadow ran, and I was too scared to do much more. The last girl left because I was too much. Because I wanted to give and give and give and she didn’t know how to receive. This one, when I asked if I could drop by at 11pm, changed out of her sweatpants into real jeans for me.