I miss Brian. I miss his goofiness. I miss our bed. I miss holding his hand. I miss waking up next to him. I miss going to sleep next to him. I miss our home. I miss our movies. I miss his voice. I miss his laugh. I miss his skinny legs. And his hairy butt. I miss his hugs. I miss his lips. I miss his fingertips on my back. I miss his arm around me
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