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Oh my god, it's so good

to see you, too! It's been

yeah, quite long. I'm well, yes.

What! You didn't have to.

I gave it to you, after all.

I have

nothing

for you.

Would you accept this

distorted, endearing, fond-

perhaps made-up even,

memory that I have of us?

It's the only thing I have

held on to.