Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even
when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of
blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange
lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
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there is a true and sincere friendship between you both [in bed].
turns out that trick doesn't work all the time.
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i am on my way
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