5736.) It’s times like this, when I want to talk, and you obviously don’t, that are hardest for me. I always want to talk to you, no, talk with you, but you’re always gone or busy or just don’t want to. That kills me. There were times when you would stop everything you were doing to talk with me, you looked forward to it, and now it’s so different. But it’s okay, or at least I’ll act like it is. I won’t let you know how this hurts me.

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