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The 13th friend was someone overwhelmingly special. There is an operative word there. was. They are now not special. Well they are, but they're not. At least not to me. But they were, which I guess makes them still special, just now... they're not. But they are. It's complicated. Pass the salt, I'll continue. Not that long ago, in the time we'll call "her time" I would have done anything for her. Only I won't now. But I would have. And that's not a cheap anything, it was the real anything.

So naturally things went bad very quickly. Well quickly in cosmic terms.

Really bad. I went really bad. It went fetch me some whisky bad. Now.
Thanks. You see, the thing about stuff like this is that it's normally caused by love.

Gah.
That word.

Love is a four letter word, and more insidious and evil than any of the other four letter words. It also sells more alcohol than anything else in the world. It is the brewers friend. You need to drink through something like this. Which is, of course, what I'll do.

Hate is also a four letter word. Think on that. In fact drink on that. Give me more.

So where are we. Yes. Things are bad, the 13th has gone leaving... me. I am my own 13th. I am the all powerful, and it feels much better this way. Good luck to the 13th in everything they want to do, I'll drink to that.

But then I'll drink to anything, which is strange as I've quit drinking.
Whiskey. More. Now.