It's hard to believe that a year ago, I was bopping around Border's with K, hoping and fearing.
A year ago, I was playing with a bright orange wristband with a moon shape hole-punched through it.
A year ago, I WASN'T wearing a black band around my ankle.
A year ago, I still doubted him.
A year ago, I had hope for those two.
A year ago, I had hope for
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