Unhappy friend. My own mood brightens necessarily because of need. I shall make tortillas with all the trimmings, and practice up my Buster Brown rendition. We’ll go and eat with him, stare in each others’ eyes and laugh around the fact that a much missed part of our lives should be laughing too.
The ballerina dance was for my mother, Buster Brown works well for Gus–it was Chris’ favorite too. And if need be, Red River Valley on my harmonica.
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