Funny, don't you think, that I wrote your story today? At least, I figured it out, who you are and who I am, and who we'll be in this fictional world I made. But disappointment as fuel isn't nearly as fun as affection. Why do you build these walls, why won't you let me past the brick? I thought I was there, I really did. Now I'm back on the outside. I guess I'll just have to tell this story to myself...
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