'You' has become a proper noun in my mind. Amidst the ins and outs of the people I brush across daily, 'you' has become reference only to one.
'You' would love this. I would love to snap a picture of this and send it to 'you'. 'You' must be sleeping. Are 'you' alright. There must be a special place in my mind that the conscience wanders to whenever fleeting thoughts of that word occur.
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