Having been lucky enough in pushing myself to finally sober up and start packing, I proceeded to my trusty old book box at the far end of the room, breathing in dust like the way that little Dragon Lady sucks the life out of her sin sticks. The first thing I noticed when Indian-sat right next to my treasure chest was the comforting odor of pages
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I love and miss you. next year, come na!
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