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Ancient

I gave him a card to tell him that I appreciate his hard work.
Instead of throwing it away like I thought he would, I found it tucked under his pillow.
That's the only gift I could ever ask for.
That's love.

We're just a million little gods causing rain storms, turning every good thing to rust.

3:24 p.m. - 2012-06-29

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