I went to see number twelve yesterday. We went for coffee and just talked for like an hour and a half. It was weird ish. It's weird seeing him because it's so not weird. It is totally and completely normal, well when it's only us two I mean. It's not awkward or anything which is surprising. I wish that I hated him. Every other two people who had been through all that we have would just hate each other. Instead, I hate that I don't hate him. Hate is so much easier than love.
It was good to see him and talk. And my hug, that was the best part.
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