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Thoughts, carry on. Looks, glances exchanged. Is it nothing? Or was there something? I wonder, though the night. Thoughts of sleep vanish. Thinking, wondering, wishing. Oh, the wishes! But knowing, it will never be. Feelings, raw now. Wondering, how is it supposed to be? Like this? Unprobable. Change must take place. Somewhere, somehow. Thoughts, carry on.