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LOG 1 - [Divorce Pop Tarts]

So frankly, I don’t recall much of it, but since you’ve asked, sure. But also, why would you even want to hear this? It’s been too long, for me and for you.

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You still wanna?

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Mkay.

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So you remember when she used to hit us with those plastic hangers? The big fat ones? Compact and slightly heavy? Hurts like a bitch when you would accidentally fling it off into your face? Yeah, don’t remember? Yeah, thought so too, don’t worry, I also don’t, I just made that up.

Since all I remember is the pain, then I’ll be as dramatic as possible and also I hope you stop listening at some point and I can drop this retelling or whatever so we can get to other important stuff.

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You still wanna?

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Damn sure. Ok, so when she used to hit us, I wished super duper hard she would be quick yknow? Like, I don’t know about you, since you don’t remember much, but I knew, she would never completely stop, just sometimes it would last longer or sometimes, it was quick. So yeah, I usually hoped she would go at it quicker and then ignore us cuz it always hurt more when she dragged the hanger sessions on and off.

Yeah, anyways, so one day, I remember, she hit my head, it dragged out my hair and by some whatever bad luck, also dragged my body to hit the corner of the table. The mahogany table yknow? The super solid, clunky one, we hid under the table and all? You don’t remember?

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You still wanna?

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Yeah, so I was saying, old table, kinda stank. Like old people yeah? It was from our grandparents, grandparents, grandparents and so on it went, super ancient. Never asked how old it really was. Decrepit looking. Yeah. That table. Hit my head there, started bleeding, got all woozy and shit. Table was dark wood so It didn’t show much but still, it was the first time the pain actually registered as serious. It was also the last time.

It hurt.

Like a lot, I’m thankful you never got hurt as seriously as I did cuz I’m pretty sure I lost half of my braincells that day. Like the permanent vacation kinda lost. Yeah, so she saw the bleeding, and I like to think she thought she fucked up and all because she ran outta the room and called a number, which now that I think of it. Was probably our aunt, because no self-respecting people like her would actually call the emergency to treat the kid they were hitting.

She started whispering and i just sat there, near the table, kinda cloudy and all. Couldn’t think straight at all, at that time. But there was one clear thing I really wanted.

I didn’t wanna see her anymore and I didn’t wanna be hit by her anymore.

It hurt. It still hurts sometimes yknow?

So yeah, oh, and I also wanted pop tarts.

I really wanted it yeah.

And that’s all I can remember about that day. After, I remember, our aunt came to treat me, and she brought a box of pop tarts, so that was nice, cuz yknow, I really wanted some! I’m still surprised  though, she usually always brought that same flavour of pop tarts, I think it was called .

uhh, the blueberyy one, like, tasted kinda mediocre-ish? You don’t remember?

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You still wanna?

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Uhh, yeah, so she brough this time a different flavour, it was like, plain on top, but with white frosting in the center with some dark specks in it. I’m not too sure, maybe chocolate? Dunno. But yeah, that day, she brought a new flavour of pop tarts, bandaged my head and then left.

She was really nice. She’s still really nice, I should bring you to her one of these days, I don’t think we’ve met up with her often these past few years.

My bad, I keep going off onto other things, sorry.

So right, im sorry, it’s just the taste of those pop tarts, it was really good, I dont even know what it actually tasted like, but It was just so good. Delicious.

Uhrgh, sorry, sorry. Ok, yeah, so I ate those, and then during our cousins sleepover, we all finished the box. I was pretty sad about it not gonna lie. But it was enough for a few days since they couldn’t cook for us. I think they were really busy that time of the year, so no time for breakfast or lunch or anything.

So yeah, anyways, I wished for her to stop it and miraculously, after that day, she did! They got a divorce like you know. It went as well as it could and here we are, both housing with him.

You don’t remember?

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You still wannaaa??

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Then I don’t have much to say anymore. All I can remember is pop tarts, a really bad headache and lucky us divorce!

Yeah that’s it.

Ok, now, go to sleep. I know you won’t be studying tonight since I saw you buying that new game, the dating sim one, yeah, I know what you’re doing, ok, now, bye bye.

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LOG 2 - [Noa]

My dear, to you, who I craddled and kissed your forehead, smelling of milk and joy, honey and sunlight in the crook of your neck. To you, sweet chimes of bells and twinkling stars, your eyes gaze upon, possessing all that was great and good and love. To you, who now lies there, limp and gone.

The war grimes and dusts your face in death, like a veil of vulgarity for all that is too human and too foul. Now a milky palor covers your eyes, once that shined and became all that was delicious in life, that tasted like unbriddled smiles and crinkles of the eyes.

My sweet child Noa, destroyed by your own kin, your own abject brethrens, fighting for a shameful leader and led by baleful titans whose stench trails of unending greed and everflowing blood and golden ostentation.

They have consumed you alive, incinerated, by white stars contained in brittle egos. You choked to death in the smoke, lungs burning, skin melting, incandescence devouring you and all that I loved. You have become part of the disaster, melded into the trash, the splinters, you have become one with the desolate.

Your now dried tears streak down on your palid cheeks and I was not there to save you. Noa, my greatest treasure, now you lay there, soiled by the shadows of your own kind.

I gave myself to you, in pounds of flesh and light. Liberty and shards of the Celestial Vault.

You promised me. Noa. You promised me. You gave me your promise Noa.

Noa, my beloved, my dearest seabreeze, liberated by the beyond and not by my words. Noa, beholder of broken promises.

Noa. My life, My love, My one and only-

n.

Aleandalib. Noa.

Noa

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LOG 2 - [Noa]

My dear, to you, who I craddled and kissed your forehead, smelling of milk and joy, honey and sunlight in the crook of your neck. To you, sweet chimes of bells and twinkling stars, your eyes gaze upon, possessing all that was great and good and love. To you, who now lies there, limp and gone.

The war grimes and dusts your face in death, like a veil of vulgarity for all that is too human and too foul. Now a milky palor covers your eyes, once that shined and became all that was delicious in life, that tasted like unbriddled smiles and crinkles of the eyes.

My sweet child Noa, destroyed by your own kin, your own abject brethrens, fighting for a shameful leader and led by baleful titans whose stench trails of unending greed and everflowing blood and golden ostentation.

They have consumed you alive, incinerated, by white stars contained in brittle egos. You choked to death in the smoke, lungs burning, skin melting, incandescence devouring you and all that I loved. You have become part of the disaster, melded into the trash, the splinters, you have become one with the desolate.

Your now dried tears streak down on your palid cheeks and I was not there to save you. Noa, my greatest treasure, now you lay there, soiled by the shadows of your own kind.

I gave myself to you, in pounds of flesh and light. Liberty and shards of the Celestial Vault.

You promised me. Noa. You promised me. You gave me your promise Noa.

Noa, my beloved, my dearest seabreeze, liberated by the beyond and not by my words. Noa, beholder of broken promises.

Noa. My life, My love, My one and only-

n.

Aleandalib. Noa.

Noa

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LOG 1 - [Divorce Pop Tarts]

So frankly, I don’t recall much of it, but since you’ve asked, sure. But also, why would you even want to hear this? It’s been too long, for me and for you.

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You still wanna?

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Mkay.

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So you remember when she used to hit us with those plastic hangers? The big fat ones? Compact and slightly heavy? Hurts like a bitch when you would accidentally fling it off into your face? Yeah, don’t remember? Yeah, thought so too, don’t worry, I also don’t, I just made that up.

Since all I remember is the pain, then I’ll be as dramatic as possible and also I hope you stop listening at some point and I can drop this retelling or whatever so we can get to other important stuff.

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You still wanna?

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Damn sure. Ok, so when she used to hit us, I wished super duper hard she would be quick yknow? Like, I don’t know about you, since you don’t remember much, but I knew, she would never completely stop, just sometimes it would last longer or sometimes, it was quick. So yeah, I usually hoped she would go at it quicker and then ignore us cuz it always hurt more when she dragged the hanger sessions on and off.

Yeah, anyways, so one day, I remember, she hit my head, it dragged out my hair and by some whatever bad luck, also dragged my body to hit the corner of the table. The mahogany table yknow? The super solid, clunky one, we hid under the table and all? You don’t remember?

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You still wanna?

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Yeah, so I was saying, old table, kinda stank. Like old people yeah? It was from our grandparents, grandparents, grandparents and so on it went, super ancient. Never asked how old it really was. Decrepit looking. Yeah. That table. Hit my head there, started bleeding, got all woozy and shit. Table was dark wood so It didn’t show much but still, it was the first time the pain actually registered as serious. It was also the last time.

It hurt.

Like a lot, I’m thankful you never got hurt as seriously as I did cuz I’m pretty sure I lost half of my braincells that day. Like the permanent vacation kinda lost. Yeah, so she saw the bleeding, and I like to think she thought she fucked up and all because she ran outta the room and called a number, which now that I think of it. Was probably our aunt, because no self-respecting people like her would actually call the emergency to treat the kid they were hitting.

She started whispering and i just sat there, near the table, kinda cloudy and all. Couldn’t think straight at all, at that time. But there was one clear thing I really wanted.

I didn’t wanna see her anymore and I didn’t wanna be hit by her anymore.

It hurt. It still hurts sometimes yknow?

So yeah, oh, and I also wanted pop tarts.

I really wanted it yeah.

And that’s all I can remember about that day. After, I remember, our aunt came to treat me, and she brought a box of pop tarts, so that was nice, cuz yknow, I really wanted some! I’m still surprised  though, she usually always brought that same flavour of pop tarts, I think it was called .

uhh, the blueberyy one, like, tasted kinda mediocre-ish? You don’t remember?

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You still wanna?

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Uhh, yeah, so she brough this time a different flavour, it was like, plain on top, but with white frosting in the center with some dark specks in it. I’m not too sure, maybe chocolate? Dunno. But yeah, that day, she brought a new flavour of pop tarts, bandaged my head and then left.

She was really nice. She’s still really nice, I should bring you to her one of these days, I don’t think we’ve met up with her often these past few years.

My bad, I keep going off onto other things, sorry.

So right, im sorry, it’s just the taste of those pop tarts, it was really good, I dont even know what it actually tasted like, but It was just so good. Delicious.

Uhrgh, sorry, sorry. Ok, yeah, so I ate those, and then during our cousins sleepover, we all finished the box. I was pretty sad about it not gonna lie. But it was enough for a few days since they couldn’t cook for us. I think they were really busy that time of the year, so no time for breakfast or lunch or anything.

So yeah, anyways, I wished for her to stop it and miraculously, after that day, she did! They got a divorce like you know. It went as well as it could and here we are, both housing with him.

You don’t remember?

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You still wannaaa??

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Then I don’t have much to say anymore. All I can remember is pop tarts, a really bad headache and lucky us divorce!

Yeah that’s it.

Ok, now, go to sleep. I know you won’t be studying tonight since I saw you buying that new game, the dating sim one, yeah, I know what you’re doing, ok, now, bye bye.