"Yesterday we were in your apartment and you were getting drunk off cheap burgundy and you were bearing your poor soul to me. All I could do was stand there and kiss your face and your neck and your hair while you were telling me how amazing things used to be and how terrible the last 3 years it has been; how depressed you were and are but how you'
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