It seems I've made best friends with myself.
It would also seem that I've made best friends with the wrong myself.
Thanks for the "how are you" pops I'll be ignoring that.
I'm also ignoring the familiar smell of whisky on his breath.
I can see the stress leaving his body.
Like it once did mine.
Back when I first met the wrong myself.
Back when it was still awkward.
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shit....
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