". . .I shake my head, smile and stroke the papers in my hand in hope to find the last remaining warm spot, unfortunately they have gone cold but it's quite ok as I know the magic has to be broken at some point in order for me to appreciate it again next time, yet I can't help but imagine the ultimate satisfaction of eternally warm papers. . ."
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sööööööt du är! Snart ses vi:) saknar dig!<3
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