You don't get a third chance after you blow the second one and they never speak to you again and you aren't mad at them about it cause you probably would (and have) done the same thing. Then you're sitting at a computer in the dark and holding conversations with people hundreds of miles away and you are as charming as you will ever be, ever; when it hits you that the events that just happened mark the beginning of the maze you are about to embark into. It isn't scary because hundreds or miles away are faces that help you forget. These faces hardly know you, but they know you better than anyone ever will at that point in time.
You hold a conversation, using windows and keys, and you are typing like typing will do anything. Then months go by and you get rid of them and while it doesn't matter then, some how it really matters now. And your life is so changed. You're happy, but changed. You never see them again and it's OK with you, except when you are sitting alone in the dark with keys, wondering how long it would take you to reach them.
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