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I really fuckin hate it when I lose touch with a friend, and then talk to a mutual friend, and find out the first friend dislikes me for something that happened long ago. So I missed two meets, I called and told you all that I wasn't going to be able to make it because of complications in my life, now you'll never invite me back? Thats fucked up. I really did have fun with you, and I've missed it. You never were one to give second chances though, so I suppose I should have seen it coming. Oh well, as the saying goes "growing up is letting go."