Lucky for you, I never tire of hearing it. And I've the hindsight of knowing exactly how wretched this all was, when weathered alone.
[ He sends that, first, as its own message. Tenderness deserves that space, he thinks — the illusion of removal, at the very least, from the deceit and cruelty this game incurs. ]
It's alright. I suppose well, I never asked him about it. Perhaps I ought to have.
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[ He sends that, first, as its own message. Tenderness deserves that space, he thinks — the illusion of removal, at the very least, from the deceit and cruelty this game incurs. ]
It's alright.
I suppose
well, I never asked him about it. Perhaps I ought to have.