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like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you.

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dear luke,

I miss your cuddles so much. yeah I know the last letter wasn't the best, I was ー is mad at the realization of you leaving. anyways, your cuddles. I don't know if you remember but I was usually the big spoon and you were the little spoon even though you were the taller one. most the time we didn't even spoon at all, you laid on top of me or I laid on top of you. it was strange. just like we still are now. I still love you.

-m.c.

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