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Dear Rye,   There are a lot of things swirling inside you Emotions and memories and darkness that You don’t know quite how to process
I miss their cold houseI miss sittinn with them on their couch.I remember that one time we had to kill a mouse I miss their smiling faceseven though there were alcohol tracesthe talk of their adoption cases
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