A month after an unlikely meeting, everything appears vague.
I thought you were different.
I thought you were special.
I thought you were serious.
I thought you were up to the challenge.
Unfortunately, you're a generic; just like everyone else.
I'm assuming that we're officially done.
You'll remain to be a mere memory of the past the needs to be forgotten. STAT.
The end.
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