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It's a black tie event. It's a social engagement of sorts. It's an awkward exchange of tired thoughts and ideas. It's a fucking train wreck.

It's a sad state of affairs is what it is.

You can taste the sedatives on my breath as we kiss, but you don't mind.

It just has to get easier, right?

Terrified. Excited. Nervous. What if you've changed? What if you're still the same? What if I've changed? What does it matter?

I'm still in love with every girl that ever broke my heart.

Moral obligation. Moral imperative.

This is why I work. This is why I drive myself so hard. If I don't, so much will have been wasted on me. I'm bound to do good things with this life. These hands will save lives.

"When I'm dead I'll rest."

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