Now Playing: My Heroine by Silverstein
And so, as promised, I will now recount the incidents of last night's celebration.
Well, it must have been the Christmas breeze stroking our skins, or the chants and eagerness exuded by the witnesses, that made these two young souls sing their hearts out. It was a sweet and lovely sight, considering that he had croaky voice that night and she was afraid that she'd cry at the sound of his melodic voice.
That was last December. In fact, that was last year. Things are different now. Way more different.
Hello, beautiful people of Earth and beyond. Yes, I am still alive. :)
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