22.3

 I'm struggling. A lot. This is when I would think about texting you and saying, "please come over" or I'd make you go on ovipets with me, or I'd make bad decisions knowing that if I wanted you to, you'd be here in a heartbeat.

And now I'm struggling, and I'm trying so hard to be good, and you're not here to call, you damned spleen callet.

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