There is a little blue sparkle under your eye.
Two steps to the left.
A pelican will nip at your right hand.
Don't go down the stairs.
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I love people who are lost. I like swings, and parks. I like the sun. I like dissolving into novels. I like walruses. I like lemon trees, and lemonade. I love you.
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