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   I don't think I have many friends. Actually, Im not sure if there's any cats I'd call a friend. Sure, Wrencall is nice, and listens to me when I request to vent, but would we consider eachother friends? Most likely not. Perhaps it's the age gap, me being an apprentice, and her being a, well, now that feels embarrassing. I refuse to share that information with whomever.
Calling anyone in the apprentice den even an acquaintance of mine would be a reach.  If only I had a sibling. Though, I doubt they'd want to associate with me either. Maybe they'd go as far as to commit suicide, just so they could escape the sorrowful fate of being related to me.

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