At this point it sort of all just feels like a fever dream that’s tied us together for the last nine years. I pull up outside me and Jo’s place; it’s evening now. I’m ready to crash out for the night. Sleep it off. Sleep off losing the only girls I’ve ever loved. Can you love someone you’ve never met? I think about that sometimes. Probably just love the idea of her, love the idea of a tiny Parks I helped make bossing me around forever, driving me mental. It’s all for naught now, these thoughts, but I’ll think them tonight as I drift off to sleep anyway.
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