You know, man, I'm just checking in. Thanks for listening to me. I don't know why you do, but I'm glad you do it. I mean, why...
I like listening to you, farmboy. Thanks why I'm here. You don't have to worry about the "why."
I know, but...
How was last night?
Good. Very good. Calm. I think the crying and talking to you helped an amazing amount.
It helps to get things out, farmboy.
I know, but it's so fuckin' hard for me. I feel so ashamed after I cry. Fuck, I feel ashamed while I'm crying. This is what I waste a great deal of time on: shame and telling myself no.
You don't have to tell me twice.
Anyway, man, I just wanted to tell you I'm all right and thanks.
No problem, farmboy.
Hey, you doin' okay?
I'm doing just great, thanks.
No problem.
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