I wore red today.
He played classical music in the morning like dad used to.
He looks awful when he's tired.
I sometimes feel a tingle inside my chest when I think of you.
I wonder whether she truly likes me.
It's cold in Malmö.
He is so handsome.
Fuck, I always laugh at the wrong times.
My back hurts.
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