Did you?
Yes, I did.
Why?
Because.
Why do you think I don't-
Um, I just know you.
Um, I don't know what your reasons are.
I recently came to the discovery.
I know.
It's easier for me.
Let's avoid this subject.
I knew all of that.
I do apologize.
Do you?
I want to be more in the present with you.
I want that too--but my writing is the present more
than you will ever understand.
But it leads me to desire the past.
I can't just have one drink, you know?
I overconsume. that. this. you.
I know.
I feel the same way.
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