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[faileddiplomacy]

saviour self. my tired hands grip the counter rather shakily as i stare into my bloodshot eyes. there's spit running down my chin, and a toilet bowl full of last nights dinner. the sweat on my brow is like the condensation on a bottle of beer. the heat is weathering me away to the point of nothing

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[warmandred]

i have wondered how you've been...
you seem lucky to have a sort of keystone in your life.
i'm still around if you ever want to talk, reguardless of the fact that we have a large amount of unfinished business for which i'm still holding you accountable. fair is fair, zack.