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I'm currently without a warden. We've been separated. [To the point.] That particular Doctor is still here. [So no one panics and thinks they've been left.]
[A pause.] This may be an unusual question, but for those of you that had friends- [He's assuming some people here will deny ever having any association with the word,
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Friends. Well. Don't tell anyone I'm laying claim to them, ruin my good name. But. A certain surprising realization that I'd rather have their company than other's. That they lifted my mood by presence alone. In the advanced stages of the condition, the realization that they were worth my time and effort and nothing in return for me.
How I know that they considered me one back. Well. Heh. Sometimes the matter of using my name. Sometimes a fist in the face, in the right context.
[He has special friendships, has Stildyne]
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[Good job, Rhade. Get right in there at the heart of the matter and focus on the important part of what he said.
Actually it is important to him because he wanted to hit Dylan a lot.]
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Mind; I've taken plenty of fists in the face with no love behind them. Special circumstances only could leave me feeling fond.
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I think the latter occur more commonly than not.
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But it was the instance of the former left me in no doubt as to where I stood with the gentles. They'd deemed me worth trying to handle.
There's too much obligation between us to be much beloved. But I think we are friends, me and them. I don't think they'd fight the term too violently.
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