4o.

Dear Ash,
How good it
feels to be
warm on a
freezing winter
night?

I feel like,
that's how it
should feel
when you share
your sadness
with somebody.

Just a heads up
that I'm always
there to listen
to you.

Anytime,
anywhere.

Love,
Butterhead

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