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| Hey, Cowdjinn. Why the long face? | |
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| I miss Bova. Years ago I let her walk out on me. I didn't say a word. But now I'm starting to realize she was probably the love of my life. | |
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| I didn't realize it then, but the ache has been gnawing slowly at me. Sometimes I think it's only the lonliness getting to me, but I desire her so passionately I know it must be her... yet she's gone. | |
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| Cowdjinn... I... I had no idea... | |
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| Either that or I'm upset they moved Gilligan's Island back to Tuesdays. I forget which. | |
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