While filtering treasure from trash, I came across a load of letters I got back in my prime -strokes beard- from various boys and girls.
Ah, golden days, such memories. Pity, after the years of nothing but puppy love and picnicking on beaches with bonfires, the innocent fun turned into a dark and dirty but somehow steady friendship among a certain fellowship of the drinks. Woot, MOS still on!
POP!
Oooh, bubble wrap.
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