“He who held out hope for Azem’s return longer than any. He whose anger and frustration and pain I see writ plain in his pleading eyes. He who has ever been constant and true and who I am proud to call my dearest friend.”
“I raise my hand in apology and farewell, and I leave him behind. I do not turn to look. I remember a garden, and a sky, and a man, and it is enough.”
Hey, what if I just eat my liver?
— May 07, 2026 07:10PM
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