The email I sent. But not exactly to you.

Nov 06 2008 Published by in snippets from somewhere

Sometimes I make up stories about you when I start to miss you too much. We have good times in my mind. Once, we robbed a bank and got away with it. We lived in on an island in the South Pacific where it turned out we didn’t really need much money after all. But that wasn’t why we robbed the bank anyway. I think we were just bored that day.

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