Hi honey, I caught myself talking to you yesterday, then called myself crazy. It was an accident. I was eating some trash food from McDonalds. I had some fresh French fries. I remember how we both loved them so much. They had to be hot and fresh. These were, until a tear fell on them, that made them soggy. I asked you if you wanted some. I remember how you used to open the ketchup packet and put a little bit of ketchup on each individual fry. So much effort. The little things. Do you want my other burger too? I guess the fries were enough. I love you babydoll.
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