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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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[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.]