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[Today, the Motorcycle Boy is signing with his hands, and translating after.]

I'd forgotten who I was back then. I wonder if we were supposed to be nostalgic after? That or very guilty, for who we were, or who we became.

What purpose does guilt serve, outside of societal control?

[That last part he had to finger spell, which was exhausting, so excuse him he's taking a smoke break.]