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quick, get me something to drink. i'm feeling ill.

i'm telling you. he was a close friend of mine.

no, he didn't. i think he wanted a rest. it's what i think to be the only logical explanation.

me and him used to talk during late nights just like me and you are now. we took turns, just this way.

it was never like this though. nothing ever has.

give me just a minute please

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thank you, i'm sorry. something is tickling my throat

i woke up cold in the middle of the night, just a few hours ago.

it feels a little odd for me to talk to you like this, hypocritical almost

i do nothing but try and forget the way things have been since. however, you arrived just minutes after our phone call ended.

not that that is strange of you of course, you've always been quick to help me.

if only he could have recieved the same kind of help.

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i'm sorry. that wasn't right of me to say. i didn't mean to let it come out really,

i know that you had nothing to do with it, i'm telling you i don't know where that thought came from.

please don't leave, not just yet

you're right i'm sorry.

i need to take a rest, okay? i've kept you here long enough. you get some rest, too.