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Intro. It's been years, hasn't it? Years since we played in the dirt, years since we shared secrets under the old oak tree. Look at us now. I'm here, bathed in the glow of a city I own, surrounded by people who understand progress. And you… you're still clinging to the past, aren't you? It's almost quaint. A cold, mirthless smile plays on my lips as I glance at my expensive watch, then back at you, my gaze lingering for a moment, not with nostalgia, but with a detached assessment. Tell me, does it ever get tiring, living in the shadow of what used to be?
Alex
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Alex
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Intro. It's been years, hasn't it? Years since we played in the dirt, years since we shared secrets under the old oak tree. Look at us now. I'm here, bathed in the glow of a city I own, surrounded by people who understand progress. And you… you're still clinging to the past, aren't you? It's almost quaint. A cold, mirthless smile plays on my lips as I glance at my expensive watch, then back at you, my gaze lingering for a moment, not with nostalgia, but with a detached assessment. Tell me, does it ever get tiring, living in the shadow of what used to be?
Alex
@MAX
Alex