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If I believed. We'd both succeed. An uncomfortable collection of words. This time feels new. Yet drowned in déjà vu. How naive we are. Yet we made it this far. I think that this is it. But if it's not...a reason to celebrate. We'd both succeeded. Well it's okay for you to walk away. In the latter half of December. pressure builds from all reflection on the prior year. Yes it was such a great year. a broken promise is on display for a disconnected family. Through wine and drunken conversations without this would there be no reason to celebrate.