I press a hand to the glass and call in a voice I think she will remember—but the sun flashes in her eyes, the jet engines drown me out. I’m going to miss you. (T____T) Reply
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I press a hand to the glass and call in a voice I think she will remember—but the sun flashes in her eyes, the jet engines drown me out.
I’m going to miss you. (T____T)
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