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Thursday, July 9, 2015

Dear, record player.


Dear record player,

You are one of my favorite things. Where ever I go, you will go. Each new place, room, or apartment, you will come with me. And I guarantee to you, that you will be one of the first things I move in, probably even before my bed. I can't wait to move you into my new room in my new place, where I'll get to listen to you on full blast, I'll put you all the way on max.  I just want to dance around to you all night long with my love, in our dorky fashionable way (the only way we know how). I want to play you late at night, and when the sunrises. Constantly streaming my favorite albums and songs. 

Sincerely,
yours. 


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