IN COMMON

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THE LONGER WE WERE FORCED TO WORK TOGETHER,

THE MORE I SAW HOW MUCH WE HAD IN COMMON.

THE MORE I SAW WHO HE TRUELY WAS,

NOT A PRESERVED PRICK,

BUT A MAN, AFRAID TO OPEN UP.

THAT'S THE THING THAT CONNECTS US MOST.

THE FEAR.



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