“Weekends were never so short before you,” She said. She tumbled out of bed, reached for a discarded shirt, any shirt.
“You’re so melodramatic,” He turned away from her, “Time is time, it passes just the same, it never changes.”
“Times change! The way I feel changes over time,” she finished buttoning the shirt, his shirt, and scrambled to finish dressing. “Someday, you’ll look back on this moment and know I was right.”
He rolled onto his back and looked at her. “Hey, you’re wearing my shirt.”
She shrugged, “This time, yes. But times change.”
He smiled. “No, they don’t.”
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