If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE-UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me
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The time you came to my house at 3:00 in the morning, crying so loudly I had to shut your mouth with my hand. You drooled onto my fingers but I took you in, turned on the lights, asked what was wrong and how you got here of all places. You couldn't give me a sane reply, just went on about Danny and eagles and music
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Remember that one time we went a-stalkin' Robert Smith? And we saw someone with crazy messy hair who we thought was him, but it turned out to be someone wearing a dead cat on their head? Ooh lawd them memories.
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ummmmmm that one time when we made hot mad lesbian sex on the bearskin rug at your aunt's cabin in the alps.....forty eight times.
oh, nevermind,
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