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You'll be missed. I remember the time we came to blows, in maran screaming, 'Who provides more water?'
and we drank canteens and skins and casks.
But then you came along, in that devil may care attitude, as if to say, I hold more water than any of them.
I always wanted to say I was madly in love with you. I suppose now it is too late.
Damn you fate! Damn Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!
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"You can trouble me for a warm glass of shut-the-hell-up! Now, you will go to sleep or I will put you to sleep. You're in my world now, grandma."
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