A blue ceilinged sky lit by yellow lights of night, the trails of music fill the air behind her. She feels the breeze pass by, the scent of the lake lingering for a moment. The streets are filled with life, these streets never sleep. Always moving. Always going. She follows the ends of the music inside the mother of Blues. She catches a
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i love it!
and i miss you like a ho. you'd be going nuts with the photo ops out here.
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PS Have you found a job?
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Your email makes me insanely happy, I just wish I was there with you.
You know, although I seem to have a knack for coining stock characters, i don't have one, or a romantic arena--I really ought to work on that.
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