Sitting in traffic on a Wednesday night my focus is abruptly brought to the turning signals of the cars in front of me. As one goes out the next one flashes in a repetitive action that catches my intense attention much more then it probably should. Before I can shake my mind of the mist the blinking lights I had been watching so intently start to
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You're still close to my heart, Ry. You always will be one of my best friends.
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