Ana, when you leave one home for another, there are always lessons to be learnt...Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again..
ana, we are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often...Itte irasshai!! (Good Bye)
There are no good-byes, where ever we are, you'll always be in my heart..
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