Mama needs some more alone time in her day-to-day. I do my best, but sometimes I just get super, like, need to talk to a human body.

Papa is there. I try to keep him happy, but not stupid. That part he does himself.

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I don’t know. I’m super scared of what happened to me. I don’t want to repeat the past.

Is this even possible?

I don’t know. Better not to realm into the Venture Bros. of philosophy.

Bad butterflies, bad bad, butterflies.

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I don’t know what else to say.

Thanks for reading~