Here we are, yet again
This is getting old, my friend
Friend?
To hell with that term.
I don't even know what to call you.
Acquaintance?
No,
We know one another far too well.
What even are we..?

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Yet Again
Here we are, yet again
This is getting old, my friend
Friend?
To hell with that term.
I don't even know what to call you.
Acquaintance?
No,
We know one another far too well.
What even are we..?