.
Almost every song I have played for her. She knows what's for her, what
could be. But definitely what is. All but her name stamped on some
of them. I'll be she got a bit bent about some of it. Far too
accurate, or personal. I kept wondering if it was really her. If
it isn't, it is someone who knew both of us, how we operated, and ferreted the
music which belonged. A extreme longshot. I know a few sharp
cookies, but no mind snipers.
She doesn't agree, with all of my... characterizations. But... she knows, anyway. She thought she would be cute. And was. Cute and alone. ...... girl
Some things I can be uncertain regarding.
Other things not so much.
Fondish memories, nonetheless. We did have our fun.
Perfection would be hell, I think. At least, here and now, as we are. Might as well enjoy the... dissonance? I did, do, will. Good fortunes in finding peace in your way. I'll teach when I can, lead where possible, and follow when that seems wisest. Good day.
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