“It’s been a while,” you say to yourself. “A long while. You should probably write something, so they know you’re not dead.” Dead. Dead. I mean, you mean, you’re dead on the inside. That’s the kind of gallows humor you’ve had lately. You don’t know how else to handle everything.
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