tear was friendly he really was; he was a friendly tear
Sometimes when you were alone with him he would lose his temper and we would’t know what to do except each of us was, were alone (review)
Then we caught really
really luck
and the star was shining and though it wasn’t friendly it was Sun, beaten
and it understood pain,
and we said:
can we be alone still but not just with Tear except on really brief testing you know as
necessary,
Sure he said it was definitely the possible for us
Later we weaved into the water hoping for these standards for a long time,
a player of music nearby was going on and it was worth the whole thing if even once we had been alone with Tear; who it turned out was still called friendly; and we were now called,
scared,
it didn’t matter because…
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