It Happened On A Hilltop
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I want to show you something; it’s a conversation I’ve kept in my head. But don’t think because I’m showing it to you it’s yours. It’s my conversation. Mine and his. Ours.
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I want to show you something; it’s a conversation I’ve kept in my head. But don’t think because I’m showing it to you it’s yours. It’s my conversation. Mine and his. Ours.