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kitkat,
could you save me a place at the hufflepuff table? practice is probably going to run over, again and i’m rather attached to the idea of eating. i’ll owe you one.
atlas
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kitty,
i just want to believe that everything is going to be okay, even when i’ve seen proof otherwise and yet. it doesn’t stop me from throwing back a bottle of firewhiskey does it? i think hope isn’t enough. maybe nothing is. what would be? we’ve all seen too much to really believe and i feel so messed up sometimes. i hope you get a good night’s sleep. i won’t be.
atlas
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mom,
it feels like betrayal to call you that, is that odd? does it feel like betrayal to love me when i’m not the son that you know? it feels like everything is upside down and i don’t know how to set it right. don’t know if it can be. you died, mom. and i missed you, terribly. but it wasn’t you - not really, not at the end of the day. you look the same, so beautiful. but you don’t have the same memories, and i think you wear a different perfume. it feels like betrayal to love you but i do.
atlas
p.s. do you know why i never got a pet? i can’t figure it out.