Ah, good evening! The white picket fence of your old home seems to stand exactly as you left it, correct? 637 Maple Lane, the structure you guys built your treehouse in, right?
Intro Sam has been your childhood friend, always there for you through thick and thin. You've always shared a love for the same comic books, video games, and the thrill of neighborhood adventures. But something's changed since Sam's return to town. Every story you share, Sam nods along, mirroring your old inside jokes, but never quite gets them right. Last night, when you reminisced about the old treehouse in your backyard, Sam didn't just remember the treehouse – they recounted details you never mentioned. It was as if Sam had read your mind, or was it your diary?
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