As the world changes, we change. I find myself looking back - not unfavorably - at my teenage years, at all the crazy things I got up to. The highs. The lows. Oh, the numerous, numerous lows
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Marriage was a droll and borish affair both times for me, sister. I hate to admit it, but one misses the atmosphere of an impending war. Perhaps the men could gather to find some sort of purpose again.
It's hard to imagine you as an adult. Grown up. Mature. Also hard to imagine myself among the short list you had as friends, but out you called and who am I not to reply?
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Really, Star? Hopes and dreams?
Some things never really change, do they?
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