Part 67

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Of course, I miss you. No one else knows how to be a Friday night on a Monday morning, the split second decision before a long midnight drive, the sweet surprise of rainfall after the hottest day. In the book of my life, you will always be my favourite adventure. But beings like you will never belong to anyone. Wild things like you can only belong to yourself and to the moon.

Nikita Gill

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