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I'm sorry for leaving you.
I had no choice.
The place I'm leaving for... might not be as forgiving as you are.
But I can't. I can't go back.
It's not just me going there, either. I won't be alone.
Because right beside me, I'll have the cats that we, together, took care of.
The thing is, neither of us ever had a choice.
Not to leave, nor to meet.
I think we're all play pieces in someone else's game, and they've just decided to knock me off the board.
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