I remember all the good times we had. When we'd go out and he'd kiss me on the cheek and we'd huddle together in the cold of the backseat when he wasn't able to drive and how he'd walk me to the door and look into my eyes and i knew that everything would be ok. And how he'd walk off into the dark, and how he'd stick his head back over for one last
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