Things didn't go as planned vis-a-vis people introducing people to other people which is fine because I'm confident ES is going to be round and it'll end up exactly as I hope because really when have things not worked out for me? A terrible terrible approach to life I'm aware, but a belief one has to put an increasing amount of faith in as time passes. The poem that'll be written will be titled, they do call me the mender of broken hearts, etcetera. Don't want to make a big deal out of it right now because it'll be so good guys I promise it'll work out in the end. Dear gods it'd better or else
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