I hope you search for me in her. I hope humidity hits her straight hair leaving it somewhat curly and you remember how your fingers used to get angled in my curls. I hope her laugh pierces your ears because she doesn’t wheeze when she gasps for air making it funnier than the actual joke like mine had. I hope she falls asleep in your arms and you look down at her disappointed that she’s not drooling on your shirt leaving a puddle that she would later wake up in and apologize for but you never did mind.

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