Hot Greasy Mess
Friday, July 3, 2015
Nick
I miss you desperately. I was doing ok until the fireworks. But not anymore. My big brother, how I wish you were not taken away from us 13 years ago. It still hurts like it happened last year.
Nick. Nick. Nick.
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