I once sat up on my roof and examined the planning of my town. I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass and I remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants. I picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of us rolling around down along the ground. I saw myself touch your face and I noticed jets begin to race above
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