I am up. Got a girl on the mind. A bit taller than I, with blue eyes, sun drenched skin, and completely irrelevant. Not that she, personally, is irrelevant, it’s the fact that I am thinking of her, and she is, of course, not firing a single neuron in honor of me, makes her irrelevant. It does not matter. More girls will come, dancing upon the gray
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