flipping through my memories, boxed up like they're nothing. there's still evidence. i can remember a time when you were always around, and we had nothing better to do than this. it isn't a matter of who has to apoligize. we've gone past that. and i bet that she told you about every speck of dirt i ever threw on your name. failed to mention her
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