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frankly my dear it
seems like almost nobody
gives a damn anymore
My dear sweet summer child. The warmth of the sun is all you ever knew. The sweet wines, succulent fruits, meats, and the carefree strolls along the riverbed.

Your days consisted of running, climbing and learning. Your nights of feasts in livened halls, choirs of the drunk, and(more)
Oh my dear as the winds wind westward our words hollow out like lotions amidst the stars. There is too much talk and too much pain and every other world blows a bomb in my soul. I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way that you needed. I'm sorry(more)
Ed was sitting comfortably in the driver's seat of the Impala when Winry Rockbell opened the passenger's side door and slid right in. Ed did a double-take - he'd been waiting on his brother to finish his business in the convenience mart - and said "-what the HELL-" (more)