And to think... I never wanted you to go away at all, but don't you have to go away? Entirely? Completely? ...But how can you, when memory fused you to my thoughts?
Best of luck in all of your endeavors to fall out of my orbit. My telescope still picks you up.
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Best of luck in all of your endeavors to fall out of my orbit. My telescope still picks you up.
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