The first thing I see in the morning are the 40 markers my grandmother mailed me four years ago that slept in my bed with me. In some drunken state of mind, I thought it would be an awesome idea to take the cottony fiber material that makes the marker markerize out of the plastic sheath that keeps the markers from making a fucking mess of things.
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I miss you.
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