« Do you know how many 12:13s I’ve watched pass without you ? Tonight it’ll be the seven hundred and twentieth, » I said, the words burning my throat. « The last thing in the world I want is to say something that makes that number infinite, but I also can’t let you erase our history. I don’t want to remember the bad parts, but I refuse to forged the good. »
— Feb 27, 2025 01:09AM
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