Nothing tells you the truth like the past.

“My best friend left me here in our small town years ago. But now he’s back. He seems older, kind of stretched, thin about the face. It’s like there’s a forest fire burning somewhere in his brain, and no one can get in to put it out. He looks like he’s about to have a thought that’ll make his head explode. But maybe I can convince him to stay this time. Because nothing here has changed, and that’s what he needs.”

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