Manuela

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I carried you in my pocket, brought your voice with me from room to room. We talked as I locked my car, cleaned my bedroom, did my makeup, ate lunch, fell asleep. That was how it started. And how it ends might be another story. (The story might be that there is no story there at all.)
In The Event This Doesn't Fall Apart
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