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4.6.12

"she has become a caricature of her very worst traits."

Sad, when your friendship grows warped by time and separation, by exposure to different environments that change us, little by little, into separate and incompatible entities.

What was once the same doesn't always stay the same, not if there's disconnect between. I guess you cannot avoid it if a friendship breaks open this way. Sentiment begs me to hold on, but sentiment is the fool's advisor, oblivious to changes it could not predict.