Notes
//you are part of my existence, part of myself. you have been in every line i have ever read, since i first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then.//
//love songs, for dancing in the light of the refrigerator, for the way sunlight makes every little freckle look like a star, for the way he sings along with every stupid song that comes on his car radio.//
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