I wish I could tell you all my good news. And I wish you could tell me all of your good news. Friends come and go but we, you, you're with me for life.
Thanks Mr. Homeless Man; I needed your love, even if you are gross. It's better to be gross outside than in; you can change your dirty clothes more easily than changing a deceitful ethos. Nonetheless, please bathe.
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