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Aug 2020
Don't cry.
Well, if you must.
A bit, then.
There, there.
It's ok, now.
Oh, no.
Yes, I know.
No, I can't cry with you. Even though I'm feeling like it now.
Written by
Kafka Joint
28
   ---, --- and Natalija
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