He hits the 'rewind' button on the console of his memory, and the antiquated machine shudders to life, shaking years of dust into the air. Some moments pass as blurs, others in painful slow-motion, but always backwards. He watches the bad choices dissolve, the happy moments fade away into obscurity. He sees innocence restored, answers taken away,
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But yeah... I think of you as a friend, and I think you're selling yourself a little short here. After all, everyone's at their lowest when they really need sleep. But you know, I bitch to you about my problems enough (and you're nice enough to listen) that if you ever wanted to just out and out talk, I'm always willing to lend an ear. :D
Talk to you later!
--J
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