better, then

a cherished few return 

Friend, I’m sorry, what even happened? Tolerable enough that "hey" would do.

like a boomerang

I cannot stay, only come back. Tell me what you need. A wax figure constant to the flame. How do you see fit?

picking cherries out of life

Husks on the ground, a shell of a man. The kernels rotten, ugly and obscene.

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