[Friendship is a mystery to the socially maladjusted. Ginia still wonders how she ended up with gods that want her to stay, a temple to call a family, a boyfriend who cares, and friends that have her back. It's hard not feeling like she's fooled them somehow, but she's slowly accepting she has some decent traits too.
But the losses aren't stopping any time soon and maybe it's time to reach out to the ones still around.]
I'm not going to pretend we're super good friends or that we're even close, but I like and respect you. You're constant.
Figure I might as well say it before we're all dead or this ends or something.
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But the losses aren't stopping any time soon and maybe it's time to reach out to the ones still around.]
I'm not going to pretend we're super good friends or that we're even close, but I like and respect you. You're constant.
Figure I might as well say it before we're all dead or this ends or something.