Til You Believe In Friendship

Well, it seems like I will be on my own for some time, so I guess I should keep my memories inside you. What do you think?

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Ok, I’m going to be honest with you: I think you and all dairies are stupid, and I hate to write. But I also think that I will go crazy if I don’t preserve who I am in these pages. So, in order for this to work, how about we make a deal? I offer my past. What would you give to me? Answers?... Rest?... Peace?... Or you are just going to sit and watch how I crumble inside myself over and over again?

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Oh, please! Don’t be this harsh! What else can I do? Do you want a coffee or an ice tea? Or do you prefer a sandwich?

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C’mon man, write me back! What do you want?

I… want… knowledge… I want your knowledge… A bit for a bit; a mind for a mind… I take your thoughts, you take mine… How about that?

So, is that a yes? You are advising me in exchange of my memory?

I never said that… But you if you find my written work helpful, it’s your call…

Ha-ha, very funny. But I think… it’s a deal.

Well, you better start writing; a whole new life in the real world awaits for you, son… and you surely don’t want to blow it up this time…