I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica; you left me to remain with all your excuses for everything...
W̧͏̛e̶̸͘'v̸̢͡e̵̵̢ ̷̡u͢pd̸̨̨àt̀é̡d ̴͟o̕͞ų̶r ̴͜p̵ŕ͞͏i͟v̀ac͏͏y p̕͜o̧͘l̨̀ic̴y.
Some parting advice: women love sonnets.
Writing's like shooting a bow: the more you do it, the better you'll be, but there's always that one shot that doesn't align with the rest.
You've failed us all, Jacksonville.
I really wish it would snow over here. It feels unnatural to not see snow in December.
Dagashi Kashi, I think. Google Images yields wonders.
Malo mori quam foedari!
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