[He spoke out of turn. He knows it. Still the rookie who makes things worse every time he opens his mouth.]
[She knew him when he was best. When he did dumb things like drink out of curly straws and ride the curves of the MoI hallways on the back of a skateboard. Before the bunched mass of keloid at the base of his skull became the central fucking tenet of his existence.]
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[She knew him when he was best. When he did dumb things like drink out of curly straws and ride the curves of the MoI hallways on the back of a skateboard. Before the bunched mass of keloid at the base of his skull became the central fucking tenet of his existence.]
It killed itself, too. You were part of that.