Forgive me for being so informal, but you see, my heart has been struck by the arrow of that winged cherub, Cupid, and already I feel a nearness to you, a closeness that invites such intimacy as to call you by your given name. Oh, how I long to call your name into the infinity, Tony, Tony and again, Tony, until the echo of it is but a mere whisper into the darkness that is eternity.
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