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Dec 2012
I'm laying in bed listening to the rain. It picks up even more everytime I think of you.
Can't sleep currently, but hoping to drift off soon. Hoping for sweet dreams. Hoping for the real you soon.
Somehow.
Something real & tangible & true.
Us.
Alexa
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Alexa  California
(California)   
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   Valerie Dianhey
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