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[text: mio amore] miss you so damn much. hate this time of year. hurts so bloody much.

[text: mio amore] sitting here smoking a cuban with some bourbon. seemed like a good idea.

[text: mio amore] need t’numb pain. more i drink, more it hurts. not enough alcohol though.

[text: mio amore] love you, steve

{Text: Thief of my Heart} I hope you know that if you’re okay when I get home that you are in a load and a half of trouble. I love you too, baby. I don’t want to come home one day to learn that you’ve died of alcohol poisoning on my carpet. I just…

{Text: Thief of my Heart} You and I are going to have a very long talk when I get home and your tail better be aptly stuck between your legs when I make it through that door, so help me god, Jamison Eames….

{Text: Thief of my Heart} I love you. You’re in some SERIOUS trouble but I still love you, okay? I love you.

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