I consciously lied to you lately. Remember I used to tell you that I don’t say love lots? I lied. I did. I do say love. Lots. Even when you are no longer there to say love to. I say it lots just in case my life is short. And when I am no longer there to say love… I want you to know I have nothing else for you but that.
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Lots of that.
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