For once, someone whose shoulder doesn't stab me in the face. I fit, but I don't know if we fit.
We'll see how it goes, because that's how it always goes. And it doesn't really matter what happens, because life just keeps going and going and going.
And so will I.
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You really hated that I was skinny, didn't you?
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