Hey there, I know what you mean. When I check back on old friends, there is always a bitter story that shaped the last period of life, like walking around a dead animal in the road. The least you can do is enjoy the next cuddly animal you pass before it inevitably falls dead in your face.
Or maybe I'm excusing my frivolity this summer. Hm.
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Or maybe I'm excusing my frivolity this summer. Hm.
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