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Jul 2014
I couldn’t stop crying when you played guitar on your birthday on my parents porch because it was time you chose to spend with me out of anyone in the entire world and it’s so rare that anyone ever gets to be exactly where they want to be.
August 2013
Felicia C
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Felicia C  New York City
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