what's that secret thing you were talking about with Stephanie... Just tell me and no one gets hurt
Digression: When I was 12 years old I demanded that my mother explain an “inside joke” that she and her old high school friend had just referenced. Mom finally gave in and revealed that it had to do with stimulating one’s [suppressed from my memory] with a [also suppressed], and whether or not it would lead to [suppressed].
As to your question: Stephanie and I were talking about the difficulty of dealing with death, and the accompanying feelings of confusion and regret.
