"Oh no. Don't you try to pull one over on me, Cloud Strife," Zack responded, leaning over the table and fixing his best friend with a steady, glowing stare. "You look about, what, two years older? Three? Since I last saw you. You're walking, talking, driving a bike, and when I got pulled here, you couldn't even feed yourself. I'm a big boy. I can take whatever you have to tell me about how you wound up where you are."
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