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he’ll write you a poem when the power is out
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2020-07-17 23:57:11Adrian blinked. The light was so bright. He looked over. Where on earth was she?
"Ophelia?" He called. "Opie, are you here?"
They agreed they'd both take some time off work, so where else could she be?
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