Get out of my head, Alfred...get out. As I was driving home from the airport, I imagined that it was next summer and that we were all on the road trip to bring me home from Greece that we talked about. I decidedthat route I would take you so that you would get the best view of my state. I imagined the music I'd be playing, the sights I would
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merrrrh i miss you too.
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