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Then I showed him [Brendon]
my tattoo, and he got really excited about it. He grabbed my wrist and started touching it softly with the tip of his fingers (my ovaries were long gone by then) and he kept repeating how awesome it was. I complained about it still peeling, and said it didn’t look very nice and he said “What? It looks amazing. Thank you, thank you so much”. Yes, I kept dying over and over.
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So I took out my copy of Live in Chicago for him to sign. And he said “I’m so happy you brought this. It was one of my favorite times.” His voice was pretty quiet, which surprised me. And then he opened the booklet and BAM, picture of Ryan Ross. His face, oh my god, it broke my heart. He looked at the pictures for a little bit and then closed it and signed the cover.
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I asked him to sign the Live in Chicago booklet too, and as soon as he saw it he smiled and said “Oh, those were fun times.” And he opened it.
OH MY GOD, THE PAIN.
He opened it straight on the picture he is with Ryan. (seriously, it seemed like someone was doing it on purpose. You could really see the hurt in his eyes as he stared at the picture, before going on and looking at all of them. He signed it twice, once on his picture and once on the cover, and when he gave it back, he looked very nostalgic.
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Well, Brendon, way to just re-emphasize everything I've ever thought about you being A) a sweet guy at M&Gs, and B) one who was really hurt by everything that went down. Seriously, I just want to give him a woobie hug and tell him that it's okay, and it wasn't his fault.
Oh dear God, Ryan, why would you do this to him? Like, I just want to know.