I think that... no matter what I do, I can't win anyone's affection but my brother's.
I think that... being so melancholy, all the time, isn't good for me.
I think that... loving someone who doesn't need, want, or is nothing like me, will never work out.
I think that... it'll be hard to change my ways.
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"You don't have to do this," Ryoga reminded me as we trotted together down the road.
"Yes, I do. I need to take my mind off of... it."
"It's not the end of the world."
"No, your right. But it's the end of mine."
"Sofie..." he said with his 'your being dramatic' tone.
"Ryoga..." I replied the same way...
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