wasn't me, 80, whistle


Confessions of a lazy mind

Where sunshine is stored in glass bottles.

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wasn't me, 80, whistle
Is unfair. I probably failed you a million times and one. I always, always kept quiet, and yet you listened. And now I have a million things to say but I can't.

Thank you for being my friend. Am lucky to have known you.

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