How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul?
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Little Tear
She was my second companion (after Dan — remember the boy with whom I ran off into the world?). Her name was Lacrima, though her parents called her by the diminutive Lăcrămioara — neither suited her anyway… Ironically, in the two years we spent hanging out together, I never once saw her cry. Here I’ll
