If this was a story for the dth, I would call it "Fat Tool Pre."

Because we like to make puns with names whenever possible. Also, this is a pre.

I think of things in unusual terms these days.

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Tomorrow, I will seeSam for the second time since we've broken up. For the first time since he's told me he misses me.

Tori asked if I would ever get back together with him. "I don't know," I said, looking down at my food. I guess that sort of answers it.

Sarah asked, "Wait, didn't he, like, treat you really badly?"

"No," I replied. "He was just really far away."

"Is he not really far away anymore?" Tori asked.

"No," I said. "He's still really far away."

I don't know.

Maybe it's because his parents are divorced now.

Maybe it's because he's discovered he's no stud at west point.

Maybe he just honestly started to miss me.

I don't know.

And honestly, I don't know if I'd get back together with him.

But I do know I want to.

I've got to weigh things.

You will not be my John Galt. I'm not your Dagny. It's not that simple. You can't just rip me out of the arms of another.

I should rephrase: you won't just rip be out of the arms of another.