Boy, the nap that I just took right before I got back on, like I probably would not have

woken up in time if Rich hadn't knocked on my door and said that he was ordering from long John

Silver's and asked if I wanted anything.

Jesus Christ.

I think he's getting delivered?

I don't know.

It's going to be a while.

LJ. It's cool that all of these companies are still willing to facilitate diarrhea in hell. Well, we're trying to recreate a sense of normal, right?

Diarrhea is not normal.

But for Rich. Rich.

If it's not going in state, so you got to pick one. Oh, The Let's cut over to Travis.

Travis you are in.

Let's cut over to Travis.

Hmm.

Travis, you are in the apothecary shop.

You've just shared a drink with Margaret over the first of your heartbreaks.

It burns your lips and tongue with bittersweet notes and as you experience that burn

you also experience the fresh and raw heartbreak of losing Margaret once more, as you swallow the feeling passes into the dull

nostalgic ache of a healed wound that cut very deep.

And the burning finally fades, and you feel something new.

There's a part of yourself that has opened up, and you instinctively feel that in this moment you can accept that loss or you can choose to hold on to that pain and keep it close to you.

Now what do you mean?

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