The sadness is, partly, selfish, isn't it? After all, you don't actually know the person. What you remember is how the person filled in certain times of your life. At a school dance. In the bleachers in high school. Growing up with your cousin, who is a sister to you, and taping songs off the rad...
The sadness is, partly, selfish, isn't it? After all, you don't actually know the person. What you remember is how the person filled in certain times of your life. At a school dance. In the bleachers in high school. Growing up with your cousin, who is a sister to you, and taping songs off the rad...
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