"I'm high.
It eases the wearisomeness of all this. So belabored. I
had told her before, I genuinely thought and felt it was over. All this
rigamarole just delaying the inevitable, the obvious, and the trite.
I don't know why they expect me to ask them to stay.
There was only
one girl I'd do that for. But then, we don't talk about that anymore."
--Life in the Age of Byrony
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