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2024-10-29 19:42:56They say you never have a second chance at a first impression, and partly, that's true. I was still upset about our “introduction” this morning, but at the same time, I felt like it mattered a lot less now than it did before.
First impressions don't change, but maybe they could be forgotten over time. With enough effort and understanding from both sides, maybe those bad impressions could be overwritten and new memories could take their place. At least, I was hoping that would be the case with Victor.
I took him to the fireplace again when we reached the room. Somehow, going there didn't seem as upsetting now. As I sat down, I tried thinking of some questions. One came to mind, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted an answer to it.
"Victor, you said you remember things from the other personalities..." I tr
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