30 minutes.
an hour.
an hour and 30 minutee.
two hours.
time's flying by, i'm just talking to your gravestone.
i'm ranting to a stupid rock that has your name written on it.
it has a meaning behind it, a very sad reality hidden behind the stupid rock
also under it.i'd never noticed this.
there was a bunch of flowers at your grave, of course, people loved and missed you. but there was something that caught my eye
'clay davidson'
they put you under my surname.- sincerely, george, only yours
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sincerely, george, only his. [COMPLETED]
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