I was going to post something about something he
said about having to shave his moustache. Which I agree with you. It's a total
tragedy. But then our conversation went this way
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Me: This is a nice song.
HB: I think I know this one. I liked that first big album
for a while.
Me: It was the last track on it I think.
Me: This song fulfilled the role of a boyfriend when I didn’t
have one.
Me: I would wrap myself up in it when I was sad.
Me: Like a fuzzy blanket
HB: Oh, sweetie…
Me: I like songs that don’t lie to you about shitty stuff.
HB: I want to be your fuzzy blanket.
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Needless to say I'm all verklempt.
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