thirty three

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Dear Foster,

I want to come home Foster.

It's cold here. And hard. And I'm all alone.

Well I guess I've always been alone- but at least you were there to tell me I wasn't.

I could see your beautiful golden-flecked eyes and see you smile at me- and when you roll your eyes and say my name in exasperation, my heart just melts right there.

I wonder if your heart does the same for me whenever I smirk and call you Foster.


It probably doesn't.

But at least you'll always be my Foster in my heart. :)


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