Despite you leaving at a really terrible time, I still wish you were here to play chase. I'm swifter now. Had I the nerve to sweep you off your feet! Carry you over the I-55 threshold. I saw a place that was so you, I cried. I wanted to buy up the land and scrub the insides with Pine Sol. Pretend you were returning on horseback and we were childless and free until sunrise. I know I'm a dreamer. To dream with you!
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