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Dec 27, 2003 02:03


"Darling,
My windows are decorated in frosting. I glance at the horizon and I see your eyes dancing in the rays, as if they are electric. I do miss you sweetheart. So brutally unfortunate that you must depart tomorrow as I return on Sunday. My bottom lip is aching and I am almost certain that the top one will join it, like a tragic duet. I am in deprivation of your warm kisses and eyelash kisses. Mum and I made pecan pie today and I gave her that picture of us from when we had dinner with your family. She thinks that you are positively lovely, I thought you would like knowing that. I am replaying the mix tape you gave me over and over, singing at the top of my lungs. Oh, it's brilliant. Please Dear, enjoy yourself on that sandy beach and write me letters. I will be at the arrival gates the moment you return.

-Peter xo"

i am afraid there is something terribly wrong with me.
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