“What it’s going to be, I don’t know. Even after all that rushing around, where we’ve ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn’t the point. Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.”
asperation
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you're my favorite still, twelve years later. our friendship feels almost
caustic to me now as you continually show me how inappurtenant my existence
has b...

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