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To May, as you look at your watch and sigh:

I know, it’s time. You’ve got a midnight curfew and I can’t make you late. But know that you’re leaving under heavy protest!

If you could just stay a little longer. 559 more words

Letters Of Love

To Gecko, again:

Nightmarish fiend! You crept into my subconscious last night and starred in another gripping performance of Godzilla Goes to Mali.

What, you don’t remember? That is because it wasn’t really you. 649 more words