::he rubbed tenderly at the tight flesh warm with the suns keep on the back of his neck, fingers pressed in deeply the skin small circles as his eyes closed briefly at the thought of something to write, truth of the matter was since his last entry he'd just...run away..sort of. He took off for a few days wrapped himself up in work, and when not
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The strange thing is, Bradley, I believe you.
And as cliched as it sounds, and even feels, something has been put to rest. Does that make any sense? And I'm sorry too, Brad. I'm sorry that I did what I did, too. Both then and now. I feel a little ashamed, because in this time you've took I've also been reconsidering my position. And even if I was `that light` I apologize for the agony of the melting.
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