They seem to really like you. You look just like them. Never met before but your similarities bring you together, you look just like them. They don’t like me. I look a lot like them. Never met before but in their eyes we have no similarities. Where I’d have to go to feel the same nostalgia, they’d look at me as a disgrace. I’m a descendant of the lazy one that got captured…they’re descendants of the fearless ones who escaped, or the timid ones who were fast enough to get away…
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