You are my hero in your black t-shirt and white corduroy pants.
My best friend.
You saved me from Chrissy.
She was going to kill me.
It was my fault though...
I did steal her 5 silver butter knives.
I gave them back though!
I only took them 3/4 of the way around the block, flying like I normally do...
Like a front crawl in swimming.
I'm pretty good at it.
Oh , Paulo...
How glad I am to see your face, your brown eyes, your short black hair...
My best friend.
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