Your eyes. Kind of like a customized little blend between that Bruce Willis line and the Peter Gabriel song. Your eyes. As I wait here, constipated, smelly, tired, disgruntled, and a million other feelings, I see. I see you. I see you clearly for the first time in over a month. I see the brilliance in your eyes. I can almost smell your hair in this
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