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Friendships are not what they used to be. They are faded social media pages that suddenly come alive during birthdays and funerals. Its like watching the world dry and ember and fire and you sitting in front of your laptop next to a bucket of water and no recourse.
I wanted to bond with you but between your desk and your PC, there was no room for me. You were clicking away and I knew there was something more. On your every post, I saw a hidden door which meant that there was more to you.
But I get to see your interview self and thats not too bad either. Its really all I got unless we do different.
But I like it like this. I think.
