Buried into your chest, I let out a squeak
A tiny whimper of never-expressed desperation
A really small noise, a whining sound, like a dog
A miniscule sound as your arms were wrapped around my shoulders
A ripping squeak because I miss you

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

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