Monday, January 27, 2025

The Bouquet I Pressed Every Flower From


It seems like everyone is coming down with something. I would send flowers, but I don't know where you are these days. I would call, but I don't want to wake you. I would, I would, I would, but all I've actually got is I'm thinking of you. I'm wishing you the best I can. And orange is still synonymous with your name. 


-Sincerely,
BlueJay

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