here's what I have to write. Head all tight and all. You go into the garden morning and night and my fear is that I have lost... lost it all, and the fight. Make ways and waves and things unconfit. I don't know how your menu reads. I could go to an area in Central America and make a few strange puzzles in the ground there.
It will all become a bit simpler, I will make my aim a bit more accurater. I will talk to mermaids as they wash my feet, and kings as they polish my shoes. Happy 2nd birthday darling. It makes me feel like a father already. I can't wait to play it all for our children.
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