No future is, but universes like the same patterns and try to repeat. I know I have you, but ...
[ His hands are still, gaze resting on them as (in the wake of feeling something more between them today) he dredges up a confession he's been dreading. ]
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[ His hands are still, gaze resting on them as (in the wake of feeling something more between them today) he dredges up a confession he's been dreading. ]
You might not have me, as you know me, for long.