I miss the Puppeteer. I know I shouldn't be, but I am. Won't talk to me. He hasn't talked to me since I sent him away. I know he was just messed up at the time, and that he didn't mean it. I miss him. For 3 years hes been my companion, my visual representation of trust, my stability and calming influence, the string that kept me safely tethered to
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