I don't know what to do with this certainty that I must keep all to myself these days. I think I'm coming down with something pretty terrible. and terribly pretty.
My mother keeps asking me how you are, and I don't really know what to say. I think that's sad. Please call me, you might realize that you enjoy our conversations?
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I think that's sad. Please call me, you might realize that you enjoy our conversations?
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