I have made a terrible mess of things.
Charlie, shut up, okay, just shut up!
This could go on for hours.
Maybe I should have been honest then, Dear Friend, but it didn’t feel like the right time.
Or else I would have noticed.
The one thing I did notice was how different everyone looked.
Or how everything was a deafening whisper.
The inside jokes weren’t
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