Dear Ryan,
It’s 1:23 in the morning right now. I can’t sleep. I was just thinking. About all that shit we did together when we were growing up. Like that one time when you tried to cut my hair in your bathroom and it didn’t work at all. Fuck, my mom wouldn’t speak to me for days…
I’m getting off topic. That wasn’t why I wrote this. I’ll try to
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