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[battlefront]

[It's Cloud! He's back to normal. And he's got a lot to say, too! A deep, introspective novel that took him about three hours to write, his heart and soul pouring out into the little digital keyboard that his fingers painstakingly slaved over. He hits 'post'. And then...]

Uh.





Sorry.

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[postictal]

i guess, yeah. pretty much.

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[battlefront]

[Is this what it's like when people try to talk to him? He isn't sure what more to say.]

...sorry.

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[postictal]

for what

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[battlefront]

Sensitive topic?

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[postictal]

no more or less than any other.

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[battlefront]

Sometimes I wonder.

Why happiness seems to be the most difficult thing to strive for.

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[postictal]

[...man, he didn't even like philosophy when he took it for his GEs.]

you have to convince some people it exists first.

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[battlefront]

Sometimes. Briefly.

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[postictal]

that's your prerogative.

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[battlefront]

Maybe I'm one of those you'll have to convince.

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[postictal]

sorry.
not the guy for the job.

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[battlefront]

Good.

[The last thing he needs is a lecture on how to be happier.]