Most days, Enzo didn't see me.
Or at least, that's what it felt like. He knew where I was. He noticed details. But he didn't stop his life to acknowledge mine, and I learned early that this was just how he existed.

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Most days, Enzo didn't see me.
Or at least, that's what it felt like. He knew where I was. He noticed details. But he didn't stop his life to acknowledge mine, and I learned early that this was just how he existed.

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