Hows it going i'm writing this letter as a senior on the last day of school from Mr Mackie's mythology class wearing car-harts and a vans hoodie with a cowboy skeleton holding a beer. By this time...
Rasa. siandien valgiau kotleta.
P.s laisku rasyt nemoku.
P.s.s myliu tave.
Giờ này chắc Heo đang ngồi trên máy bay òi, chắc là đang rươm rướm nước mắt tiếp nhỉ, lúc nãy khóc sưng cả mắt vậy mà :(, chắc cũng đang hồi hộp...
Dear Val,
I am writing to you, because there is no other way to say what is to be said. And more of a question is - is there anything to be said? We were not given a lot of time, eight months...
You may think that you are a man, but you are not. You - are infact a man.
I do not know why are you a man, but I know that you are a man, and I am a man that is a drakon underwater, I do not know...



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