To naughty boy,
Enjoy, we are not last for 15 seconds, dear.
Enjoy, we are more than 140 words, dear.
We would not write to each other in all capital letter.
You know, I combed your hair before two hundred years.
You know, you washed my hand before four hundred years.
So, time and place doesn't really matter.
Time to smile, killer.
Time to drink, Anna.
Time to feel better.
Imagination and feeling does really matter.
Actually, I wish I could write in paper
and post you a letter.
from,
1817
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