You know my name. You don't know my stories. Don't judge. (:
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Eleven months of laughter. Eleven months of sadness. Eleven months of non-stop bickering. Eleven months of teasing one another. Eleven months of hug...
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“I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I daydream about you off and on,...”
