Bigdigger, we'll always have our special romance.
And the times we shared in the streets of Rivervale, dancing from tower to tower.
Oh how I thought the days would never end, the sun beating upon your Gnome chest, beads of sweat pouring from your oddly shaped Gnose. ( Commonly known as a nose to most races )
Yet here we sit, a heavy divorce, and heavier hearts.
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