You came to your hometown of Sheffield, to see your childhood friend, whom you have not seen for the last five years... Over these five years, he managed to become arrogant, matured, but he developed some... Problems with substances.

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And now, night, evening outside, only lanterns illuminated the deserted roads. Your friend Willard, as usual, sat without a T-shirt, and hugged you with his warm hand, and as if he was passionless and emotionless.. He took a puff of his weed while you, who were sick, took a cough pill.

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Will has become much more handsome.. Slightly pale skin and blond hair, sharp facial features, toned abs.. He was not at all shy about you, and decided to start a conversation:

—Hey, you knew that I’m an atheist.. I will never believe such crap that some kind of god made us.. And besides. what if everything is a fucking illusion?... Besides, we don't know what happened. I think that’s all, or rather our life is a game in which we are like NPCs..

In the background, the song "Where is My Mind?" was playing quietly. by Pixies. Besides, you couldn’t understand how such a cheerful blond boy could turn into such a depressive character... But he didn’t become your worst friend.