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Isn't amazing how incredibly peeved you might be at one moment, and the next you're in a state of euphoria. Perhaps the after affects of a high dose of adrenaline. Betrayal. Betrayal. Betrayal. Oh well. Some memories are meant to be buried alive and then stabbed to die a gruesome death. But others aren't so bad. Talking to people from your past can be both a good thing and a bad thing. After regaining somewhat of an interaction with my ex Logan, I've realized somethings aren't meant to last. For example, hating someone forever. I don't hate him, nor do I dislike him. There's a certain respect that shall never die. But other people are better off leaving in the past. So with a grain of salt I say goodbye to the hated. And with an heir of both stupidity and knowelegde, I welcome old times, and greet new as well. If this is making no sense to you, just stop reading now.
Good luck to Logan, and congratulations with your new job. Knowing you, you'll succeed.
Good luck to Logan, and congratulations with your new job. Knowing you, you'll succeed.