I’ve never wished for mountains of money or cars with spoilers. I suppose I must have wished for something pleasant, but I just don’t remember. A blessing, perhaps? Now, it’s different. Now I have you. More than I ever could’ve dreamt for. But I want more-for you. Not for me. I want to transfer whatever good might come my way to you and if it somehow benefits me, then great. But you deserve it all, baby.
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