You forgot who I was yesterday and so, now, I am filled with a dispassionate disinterest in you, all of a sudden. But because I'm trying something different, I won't hold it against you. My new pill is forgiveness. You were a passing wind that looked like a storm but grey is all you had. And I love grey.
Thank you for giving me a softball. I would like nothing more than to bat the shit out of it now (even if it does have my face on it).
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