Every friendship is a love story. A pearl sitting lonely on an airport floor. Thousands walk by for hours and no one looks down to see. No one but me. Every friendship is a ghost story. A shared life considered in retrospect. Always looking backwards. Rolling over on its belly, ignored and small in spite of our beauty.
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