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Quinntessa,
There’s this melody people hum in here. I’m not sure who started it, but it fills my head when I think of you. Sometimes I can hear you humming too.
I miss dancing with you. I miss seeing your beautiful eyes. I miss everything, Sally. Please pickup the phone. Write me back. Even if it’s to tell me to leave you alone. Give me a sign you’re okay.
Till death,
Quincy
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