There was a nice kid that I used to play with.
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There was a nice kid that I used to play with.
When I'm alone in a dark room like this,
So many memories start coming back to me.
It was my fault, I had a fight with the other girls and now we aren't friends any more.
If we hadn't fought...
If that beast hadn't howled when it didn't, perhaps we could be having tea even now.
Ah, come to think of it...