Once we died, we were going to mix our ashes together to spend eternity together. Now though it see like there’s been a radical change in the weather. Suddenly you’re afraid of being stuck with me while you have problems of your own. You feel it’s better to leave now before nature casts its first stone. Now looks like there’ll be plenty of room in m…
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