December 2010
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I still think about you from time to time. The good times. And the end. We rarely had bad times… I can literally count on one hand the times we’ve been pissed at each other. We were special like that. We could go forever without talking and it was like nothing changed… Or we could speak daily and not get tired of each other. I always liked that about us. You were the for my...