Reunion

Reunion

 

At the reunion

We’re all in the courtyard

Holding our drinks

And then there’s Heather

Standing in front of me

Hey, it’s Heather I say

Heather’s dead

a girl says spitefully

But it doesn’t seem to bother Heather

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