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Apr 11
Grandma i spend my nights plotting my next letter to send to you. I bet you're sleeping and dreaming. Dreaming of your hummingbird. I'm at home finding something to listen to you. I'd spent my nights drinking my life. I had wished I listened to your night. It's 4am here and bar close over there. Grandma i wish I was there. A drink of a beer on top of the world, dancing to Elvis tunes. Sometimes I wish we hadn't moved.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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