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  • remember, Kaiser,
    it was snowing.

    We had stopped after a party
    to put daisies on his truck
    because it was late, and he still was at work.

    He had missed the party, and we felt bad for him.

    I swerved into the Kessels parking lot
    and we were singing some song loudly.
    Semi-Charmed Life.

    we skipped and held hands, running into the store
    screaming "Do Do Do Do Do Do DO!"

    and I told you that they always had daisies here.
    late at night, they would go on sale
    to make room for the next shipment,
    and you could buy bunches three for a dollar.

    I had a camera because I always had a camera.
    I had a camera because he was the first person I ever loved.
    Though he never really did break my heart like I asked him to.

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