She watches him and his pretty eyes, mulling over the question. She's never kept much of a journal, but she knows what she's written is always a hell of a lot shorter than what goes through her head.
"Do you really think he lost his way? No chance he wasn't always that way, you were just in too deep to realize it?"
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"Do you really think he lost his way? No chance he wasn't always that way, you were just in too deep to realize it?"