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I've met him before.
That's what he told me.
The only issue is I can't remember him.
Three years ago. A festival. The familiar feeling of his arms around me. The familiar sense of comfort around him.
I wish I could remember him. But I was numb. I was medicated and I didn't want to feel a single fucking thing.
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