I swear
Destry, I wouldn't have expressed myself that way if I didn't think of you as a friend. Your sparkly brown eyes nearly charmed me out of my fishtail 16. We know each other from your tub shooting in Nova Scotia. I'm suffering from the same travails. A fishing buddy who had pioneered the beginning of Canadian television with me died this week. Friends speak to each other with sincerity and I thought as a gunner nearly twice your age you needed a little poke to get goin'.
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