i miss mr. bestfriend. i miss hanging out with him for the whole day doing nothing. i miss the crappy conversations we had just to find out what a complicated human being both of us are. i miss listening to his stories and i miss telling him my stories. i miss it when he burns his nose hair each time he lights his cigarette.
dearest mr. bestfriend,
i really hate it when you have to work double shift. and having to spend your off day at home sleeping.
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