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Farool
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When your back is knotted by the cold hands of that shivery feeling, I'll be there, shivering in the god-forsaken cold right next to you. When your bubble pops I'll try to catch you. And when you're two feet tall I'll be right next to you, two feet and one inch. Just taller than you enough so that our Winter Formal pictures don't look as demented as Cheese and Stevie's, even when you are wearing those awesome heels. When you hear that 'Psst!' chances are I'll be right there, just as scared as you. When you need someone to promise you that there isn't any tar on your beautiful face, I'll be there, two feet away, snickering to myself, wondering where I would be, without your awesomeness. And next time you tilt your neck back, making yourself more vulnerable than you ever have before, I'll be there, with one eye on the street lamp, to make sure that no one will ever pop your bubble again.
For you, mon amie. Je t'aime.
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