unnie drank out of the bottle i hid that Boy J drank out of! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!
Words we have said grew in my head, colored my thoughts and sang me to bed. Lost memories grew into trees, covered the doors and swallowed the key. Winters have come and gone, you know. But I'll meet you young and free for a dance 'round the memory tree.