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The title says it all. For now, I will be taking over again (semi-permanently, I may add) while Max sobs over his imaginary vodka and "Mudkips" in the locked recesses of my mind.
Something terrible has happened. For those unaware, Max has recently developed a fangirl attitude towards Pokemon. While this may not be a bad thing, he regretfully forgot one side of him yearning to stretch her wings: that's right, me.
It's been weeks now, and after suffering another existential crisis, I decided enough was enough. He had me cooped up in his mind for far too long, waiting for me to gather dust and atrophy. But locking me up is like putting a lion in a cage. And I do not make a good pet.
It wasn't that hard breaking through Max's head to begin with: he was bogged down by some standardized testing, school, friends, various petty difficulties of human life. Ridiculous and trite as they were, an undue amount of stress was upon him, and I quickly took advantage. Once