How Much I Miss Her. Coat.

t's fairly rote to reorganize my love for her,
this being something a normal human being might do
at night trying to sleep, or perhaps while trying to accept his old mistakes.

Some girls laughed as we took a photograph outside Tiffany's, and I did ask her if they were trying to 'make fun'.

"No," she had said. "They are not."

I smiled back at her, and showed her the rest of the city. "What next museum?" I would say, sarcastically, and she would just make me go to actual displays of art I was not yet trained for.

I miss her so much. Like the photograph at Tiffany's.

Miss her intellect, and her mind. And how cool she was.

-fr0
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and if you tell the nice police officers where you stashed her body, they might let you see a picture of her one more time.

amber
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and if you stash the nice police officers, they might let you picture time.

(don't mess with me) -fw0
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no of course i would keep my distance, considering the content of your writing. continue harassing me and you may find yourself in this very position.

amber