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We take our final bow, soak up the applause, and stand under the stage lights one last time, and with that, that show is over. We bump out and clear the space and say goodbye to the cast and crew who we won't see as often anymore, not yet fully realising the weight of what we've done until we get home. People who we saw at least once a week, and then every day for a whole week, now barely in our lives until whatever show we both do next.

You can try to bargain with time, gaslight yourself into believing it's not over, but there's no changing that it'll never happen again. Not like that.

So you sit with it, you realise you finally have a chance to breathe after all the chaos. Yet it feels wrong, everything hurts and you feel empty. A shark that has stopped swimming. It's like you've died and there's nothing left for you.

You don't know what will happen to you if you don't find a new way to keep moving before the cast party, but you know you have to for everyone you worked alongside to bring art to life.

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Day 1 of existing without the boops

I have taken to booping people in their ask boxes in an act of solace. I miss the boops dearly and think fondly of them, hoping against all hope that they may one day return. But yet I know they shall not. Tis a solemn moment, the realisation that a love may never return. I look at my boopened brethren and wonder "What now? What now, if not finding ways to continue and honour what we lost?" I hope the spirit of the boopening remains within you all.

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This is too real

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I just remembered I have this oopsie