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I miss the fun times we had.
I would dress up and head to your place. I get drunk, you got stoned, we would cook outside in your fire pit. We stayed up till I fell asleep on the couch and you would throw a blanket over me. Then you went to bed.
In the morning, we would have an egg and coffee and we parted till the next time. The fire change everything. Your gone and I have lost a friend.
If your still out there, and you still have my number, please call me.
I do miss you and the fun times we had.
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