I won't put white into your hair
I won't make noises in your stairs
I will be kind and I'll be sweet
If you stop staring straight through me
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"Is there. . . what's wrong with her?"
"There's nothing /wrong/ with her. She's just. . . well, we're working on it."
"And by 'working on it', you mean having staring contests for entire hours?"
"Shut up. I make progress. She smiled yesterday."
"Wow, what an accomplishment. She's a lost cause, Ode. Get it through your thick skull."