As I lay here, glass of wine in hand, relaxing, it makes me think of a night about 2 and a half years ago. I was visiting the States. It was a warm night, I was chilling on my bed at my parents', on top of the blankets watching Invader Zim, sipping a glass of wine. For some reason, at that moment, I thought of a friend of mine. How I wished he
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