In my head, Dean lifted an old, beat-up, Taylor acoustic from a pawnshop in Fayetteville, Arkansas when he was fifteen years old. He kept it nestled on the floorboard of the backseat of the Impala-quietly strumming on it during long drives, or late summer nights in their motel room when none of them could sleep. It got left behind by accident one
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P.S. I really miss you! I need to start using my phone again and texting you! *squishes*
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I tend to forget I even have my phone to text you lol. We're a mess, aren't we *facepalm*.
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