I, a handsome blonde young man, really needed you to go blonde again. GO BLONDE OR GO HOME, kind of thing. Really loving your hair, sorry I'm not there for you kid...
it still feels like he's here. like he is going to wake up and laugh about us for believing one of his jokes. but they're is no joke here. his dead body on the street is causing me nightmares. friend, i miss you. i wish you were here!
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