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A story in which the past returns to threaten the future. . . "You know... I couldn't help but notice that even with your busy schedule, you still find time to play instruments and hang out with Wren's old friends. How do you do it?" My eyes wouldn't stop their vigilance. At that point, I knew what was going to happen but I couldn't do or say anything to help stop it. His voice rang through my ears, "very good Max. You've made your point." "No no. I don't think you get it dumbass." Max's voice was so calm, I would have been impressed if I wasn't losing my mind at that moment. "You can't come swooping back in after all the damage has been done like everything can be normal. It's not possible." *This is a sequel to "Who's Fault?" Reading it first is necessary to understand the content of this story*
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