Give Jack back his friggin journal..... Please):
Lifes a little pale, and I'm hoping a pretty red dress, a bike, and summer will pick things up.
Even though I couldn't walk straight, I'd always carry the weight of you Jack.
As long as you don't leave m3 in random stores.
Nightnight, someone call me
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