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Fuck. Yes. Fuck.

I miss her. I miss her even though.

I miss her scent of patchouli and Halston mixed with top shelf and crustaceans with unsalted butter.

I miss her full-throated laughter and I miss the claps of herhandsgreyeyesopenedwide

I miss her: well/dressed head/up

Aw fuck. How I miss her.

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