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i miss him.
*04.14.04* @ *1:52 p.m.*
there was so much passion when he talked and wrote to me. he'd hide these hidden messages under a bunch of bullshit and leave them there for me find.
and when i did decipher them, it was like unwrapping the most delicate present with no one around.
"i know money doesn't mean much to us, but money's a lot in their world."
even though that letter was a thousand and one lies, that was the most honest account of us there ever was.
if you see him, tell him i said hi.