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Jul 2015
He thinks of me when its time,
A quick post-it note
To inform me of his position.

This loving ritual,
A running joke
A daily reminder of our growing closeness
And sometimes it’s just because he’s gross.
For my best friend x
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
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