there was a time that not seeing my handwriting made him uneasy. now text messages must be encumbering. I just wish he still wanted to see what my hands can do. textually. tactually. right now I’m listening to brandy. old skool I know. how can I get with you? till my day comes, there’s what I’m going to do. sittin’ up in my room. blah
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