Still Kill Me Dear Comments

Last night I felt the acute gean trying to knock me up and down. Last night I was or I was not. Walking across the mind path I lose myself just I lose myself along the thought. Thought, my dear cherished thought, how are you, what about your pet river?
Miss you much!
World den going on there. How far away my dear? Your face wine makes me drunk onto the interior glean.
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