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Nowadays, the breeze is my messenger.
It tells me about the giggles you have when you view my funny photos. It tells me about the mutterings you have while you wait for my text, those late nights where I *unexpectedly* slept. It tells me when you imagine me and hug the pillow in a good mood, whereas you do karate-chops on the same, during bad times. It tells me you cry a lot whenever I don’t take care of you much.
It also teases me about all your air-kisses that have reached my lips at the speed of light. Also, about all the time you go lovey-dovey around me.
It teases me a lot.
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