i miss sleeping over at your place and going upstairs to get milk and cookies. i loved so much how you heated them up and how you always had flavored syrups for my milk. we'd always take our milk and our perfectly heated cookies and go back downstairs to watch the simpsons and it felt so nice just sitting next to you, laughing.
i finally remembered something good today, and all you did was remind me that it was all just wasted time.
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