From another time and place
It's not as if I've been avoiding you, as that I've ceased to seek you out. The results, however are much the same, the frequency of our encounters has f p a e l c l i e p n i t o u s l y. What with Wonder Boy crashing through again less a little luster, a trifle tarnished, part of the price of living each day as if it were your last. Me, I bide my time finding rather than noble passion, only bemused indifference. don't worry bebe, you'll soon find another crutch.
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