[he actually has to stop, out in the streets, in this city with bright colors and unfamiliar paths.]
[there's something so gut wrenching about what he thinks of typing up and sending; forehead pressed against the wall of the alley he's found refuge in, waiting for a response. this isn't fair--this isn't what he wants.]
there's..not going to be a best friend if i tell you
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[there's something so gut wrenching about what he thinks of typing up and sending; forehead pressed against the wall of the alley he's found refuge in, waiting for a response. this isn't fair--this isn't what he wants.]
there's..not going to be a best friend if i tell you