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Vanilla-crystal boys with love for the morning viewings of the Moomin basked under the vanilla rays of the sun, holding hands tightly. Frank is always on the alert to steal grape gum, a new edition of Scooby-Doo, and some Vicodin. Inferiority scratches the throat, squeezes the bones to a crunch. I'm trying to lift you out of bed, pull you out of an alien dream, and you dream of drowning in my arms to splatter baby paint.

What a pity that his will fell into Gerard's hands so early.

 «Yes, we will meet again if you do not turn into a vampire as you dreamed. I probably will never become a writer, an astronaut, a physicist, I will not discover new types of plants, I will not freeze on Mars at night, I will not understand why stars explode ... I will not justify someone's hopes, I will break someone's heart and a couple of favorite mugs. I will probably disappoint everyone, except you, but if you are disappointed in me, then I will forget how to breathe. There are no right or wrong decisions in our life. Some have been made and some have not. And I want to do it. And try to get away from bad habits, they oxidize your cosmic gut.»

Always yours,

Frank