
It’s our anniversary. Well, the anniversary of what matters, the day we met. Those 47 years went by in a flash!
I took a long walk by the waterside, just like that fateful day. I stopped right where I first saw you. Did you know that there is still a bench there? I drew a heart on it, just as I did after I met you.
It is so special to be here today. You know I’ve only been out of prison for a few weeks.
Funny, since they never found your body they never knew about you, my first.
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OK, I had to get back to that dark, murderous FF tradition on this one… lol.
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word count = 100
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