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100 lines
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\label{ally:3}
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\index{ally|(}
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\begin{paracol}{2}
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\begin{leftcolumn}
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\begin{ally}
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Do you remember when you met me?
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\end{ally}
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When I met you? I don't remember it so much as a meeting as you were just already there.
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\begin{ally}
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I was, yes.
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\end{ally}
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After high school, then. That's when you showed up. That's when life began. That's when I started thinking of myself as a person. That's when I started thinking of others as people, with their own motivations, their own desires, their own incentives and failings.
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\begin{ally}
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And you made it through.
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\end{ally}
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After a fashion.
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\begin{ally}
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You're here, now. You made it through.
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\end{ally}
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\begin{verse}
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\emph{She never wanted to be\\
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\vin What she became;\\
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\vin \vin The irony of which\\
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\vin \vin \vin Is not lost on her.}
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\end{verse}
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\index{Writing!samples!poetry}
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\begin{ally}
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Touching.
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\end{ally}
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Hey now, don't be rude. Aren't you supposed to be my ally?
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\begin{ally}
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I \textbf{am} your ally. I'm just not your friend.\index{ally!I am not your friend}
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\end{ally}
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Fair enough.
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So you showed up after high school. You showed up after life slid sideways through puberty. I went digging, you know. To find this out.
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\begin{ally}
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Oh?
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\end{ally}
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Yeah. June 2004. There you are. I say,
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\index{Journal entries}
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\begin{quotation}
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The navy blue I've been seeing at waist level in front of me and to my left is contentment. I'm not entirely sure that it being omnipresent is a good thing, however, considering the colors it's mixed with. Am I really content with longing and hopelessness? It's not out of the question, I suppose that it could just be another aspect of my personality. But that just brings up the question of whether or not it's something I ingrained into myself through habit, something where I just kinda accepted that feeling such things is normal, okay, and what I want; or is it something I was born with, or that we're all born with? Is it a side effect of love, expecting impossible desires and the blind hopelessness that follows the end of a four year undertaking?
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\end{quotation}
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And you replied\ldots{}?
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\begin{ally}
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You're rambling.
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\end{ally}
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So pleased you remember.
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\begin{ally}
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You're rambling.
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\end{ally}
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I suppose I am. But there you were. You said \emph{You're rambling} to which I replied ``Guilty, conspirator.'' And that was that. That was us. We never greeted each other. Why would we?
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I kept digging, too. You stuck around for a year. I saw you off and on until June 2005. In October, 2004, I said that empathy is cooler in person. \emph{Why?} you asked. \emph{So you can verify? Don't you trust your feelings?} I said I didn't know, and then I begged you not to go.
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\begin{ally}
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Everyone always leaves, don't they?
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\end{ally}
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Perhaps. It's good to hear from you again. Even after fourteen years, I've missed you.
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\begin{ally}
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And what was the last thing I said to you?
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\end{ally}
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\emph{I was going to call you emo, or suicidal, but no, not goth.} It was when Ash and Shannon and I found a house to move into.
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\begin{ally}
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I believe I also called you a prick.
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\end{ally}
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Was I?
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\begin{ally}
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Yes.
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\end{ally}
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Am I still?
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\begin{ally}
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Yes, but a different kind.
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\end{ally}
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You're as chipper now as you were then.
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\begin{ally}
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Yes, but a different kind.
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\end{ally}
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\newpage
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\end{leftcolumn}
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\end{paracol}
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