tell me that you saved the old version of me in the archives. the me that worked so well. here again we find ourselves reengineering when we should just be improving; losing sight and control of another iteration in this broken development cycle. where will you find me next? florida or france or firenze or the same place i was today? don't thank me when i love you, return the favor.
here it goes again.
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i miss you jarr-bear and i'm always thinking of you.
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