Mind stump. Here`s my conclusion. Twelve phone calls and a postcard. This room is dim, why not turn the lights out. What more is it we`re losing? I can`t see you like this now. I`ll just get bad impressions. See the world walking around trying to buy reasasurance. We want to know that someone hopes we`re happy here. We want to read something saying tomorrow will be, something saying tomorrow will be better.
