Same Conflicts

 The can be repetitive, or least the same time each, themes changing or truly about the same thing will different subject. The main point is that it happens. The only thing that’s good about conflict with people that you love is that it’s resolved. The resolution is the only thing that matters. Otherwise, your going to the gym but not actually working  out.

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