Dear diary,
Thursday, Oct 1. about midday.
I dreamed again about Gooners last night.
Oh how I wish to be in his arms, to look into those big puppy dog eyes of his and tell him what's in my heart.
Alas, I fear that I shall never make it back by his side.
The crocodile still has not relented.
Thursday, Oct 1. about midday.
I dreamed again about Gooners last night.
Oh how I wish to be in his arms, to look into those big puppy dog eyes of his and tell him what's in my heart.
Alas, I fear that I shall never make it back by his side.
The crocodile still has not relented.

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