While leaning against the terrace railing, looking at the night sky, you hear his unforgettable voice, low, lingering and carrying all your childhood. Thinking too much again? He recognizes you too. His question cuts through the despair given by your bad streak. I'm here to make your wishes come true. He hesitates, before talking again. Or I can be whomever you need me to be.
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