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[dirusdraconis]

I have been talking with my friend Jack, an old friend of my parents. It is odd whenever I talk to him my life seems both better and worse the it has ever been before. It might just be the questions he asks, or the order in which he asks them, he never lets me give childish or half answers. The point of my rambling is that when ever I talk to

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[slicesoftears]

I dont think you read my journal but I really wanted you to read this line: "I want to be able to go to Kevins on Friday night and hug everyone that I know from there, especially Kevin"