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I was looking at old videos of when you’d come and pick me up from my house and when you’d drive us back to yours. I’d forgotten how silly we could be with one another, I always did love how you’d make me laugh and finally when I could no longer hide the fact that I snort when I laugh. It felt much easier and a lot more honest. Thank you for making me laugh, thank you for carrying me on your shoulders that one night in front of Snowden House.
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