the sunday afternoon edition

I can not listen to this song like a normal human being, because in the back of my mind, I can hear your voice serenading me.. Just kidding, but this song is just too beautiful, and I get really nostalgic about it; I remember that one time we were in line, and I heard you sing a song by the Postal Service, and maybe that's when I knew for sure you were something real. Or maybe a heat stroke was coming along, but either way it was pretty disorienting, in a good connotation obvs.

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