𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 ;;
'' 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒
𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑏𝑦
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦
𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑒 ''
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