I have so much hope for you. The man of many talents and shapeshifter looks. I'm sad if you were manipulated too. At least I felt something. I smiled for the first time in years! Your intentions, good or bad, cracked this shell of nothing until loved oozed and bubbled. I came alive! On days like today, my favorite holiday, I imagine being curled up on a long sofa, my head rested gently on your lap, watching anything on tv. If it was your house and my house. With Omie. Have you ever heard of a witch with no cat? These are my fantasies now and especially then.
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