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I remembered you the second I saw that post. It reminded me of a never ending inside joke we used to have. It has been years now since we stopped talking and I guess my body has adapted. It wasn’t a reflex anymore to take a screenshot and send it to our group chat I was, in some ways, banished from (I’m not sure if by you, by myself, or by the situation). It reminded me of you but I no longer had it in me to tell you about it. It didn’t even cross my mind; wasn’t an option. Not until that little affirmation telling me you knew exactly what I was thinking, too. Our silly, little inside joke.