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i drew little curly-cues in the bricks with me feets, sloshing my way under the thick green trees back to Ryan's place and humming under my breath, wishing i was piggy backing you. stumblefumble, i fell asleep on the selfsame couCh you and i had burgers and greasyfries on. Ms Cleo claimEd your spot, curled in the crook of my arm and shoulder...right where your little pink head would be were this world a tad smaller. you were mY last thought afore passiNg out, head swimMing in red wine and prescribed candy and fireworks on the riVer.

i love you.