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January 25, 2005:

Our friendship waned during our travels together as the loosestrife plant which held our psychical bond withered and nearly died. The family member it was entrusted with failed to water it during our absence, believing incompetently or with unconscious malice that it had already expired. So that knowingly or not she help it and us along that path.

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