I just woke up. I am not tired, but my stomach hurts and my mouth has a bad taste in it. I was on the phone for six hours last night. I sang her to sleep with The Postal Service when the sun was crashing through my blinds. How? I have no fuckin' clue. But she's amazing. My cheeks started to hurt within the fifth hour because I was constantly
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the mystery of that distance has stricken both of us at times..but may the truth be told. sometimes what is right in front of your face turns out to be millions times better.
love you, bro.
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thank you.
lots of love, man.
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