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Hello,

Mason Black played with my feelings constantly.

He said he was falling.

He said he was dying.

I told him without hesitation that he was on the ground.

He looked very much alive, and I was the one dying.

He kept muttering and pacing, tears streaming down his cheeks.

It's been months of Mason visiting me.

Is it possible for him to have become my best friend in the span of a few months?

Jaylen diNour.

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