Hey, I met you at a birthday party when u were like 6, and I got blamed for jumping on the bed. We ended up working together a decade and a half latter. You would look at me and bite your lip, or smile with that vibrant glow, or start rocking your hips. You had a girraffe in your room. I miss u you were a good friend but I'm sure your kin hates me. Anyways I'm praying you call me when you can.
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