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I am feeling much better now, although work is a pain. I work with someone who was once dear to me, but the friendship has turned sour and he and I do not get along in the slightest. He was my housmate once apon a time, and my quarters were his rehabilitation. I took him in. He malnourished, underweight, alone, and too far under the spell that is drug addiction. I helped him. He used to be soulful and understanding. Humble and caring. That part of him is now a distant, but wondeful memory.
Makes me kinda sad.