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So long ago...
So, so long ago... It seems like centuries behind me, I had a ring. A shiny, pretty, gold ring that stood for a future bond unbreakable throughout eternity. I had a pill, a tiny friend named Fionna, with the heart of a dove and a geeked out mind. She took me away. She took me so far away to somewhere where I knew everyone. I was everyone and Xavier was there but so was He. He was there, quiet, jealous of my friend who was always there for me when she could be. She brought more friends. Fionna brought friends who all loved me and told me I'd make everything right someday. And we danced. We danced all night and talked into the sunrise about the secrets of the universe that we'll never remember... and He was there. He was there sitting in the dark, arms hugging knees, sobbing. He was sobbing. He was worried. But Fionna knows me and I know her well... but He was sobbing. He was scared. Fionna and I began to fight. She wanted to do it forever... never stop... never grow up... I would but... He was there. Fionna went away. Fionna moved so far away. He was there to stay. Fionna dropped me, but I chose to fall. Then I was taken away. They took me away to somewhere where I knew no one but myself and my new little friends that came in tiny dixie cups, served fresh with unrealistic hopes and painted on plastic smiles. But He wasn't there. Thank God, He wasn't there.
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