How could I not think about you?
Oh, my dear, dear Sunshine, warm up those feet! Who are we to start dancing already? Have we lost our sense of adventure through that blasted door? You dance around worrying about everybody, as if your made of flames- who, for goodness sake, told you happiness is something to be ashamed of?
Touché. But still, you're going to listen to that sorry list of people?
You know, you really wear me out. But I love you anyway.
Yours no matter what,
Sunshine
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