kenkantor: I hope Berkeley never changes.
kenkantor: Global position.
kenkantor: Whatever made you think the devil was in the details?
kenkantor: Even if in winter, I needed to see you one more time.
kenkantor: When a year was forever.
kenkantor: The last of our kind.
kenkantor: But in my dreams responsibilites end.
kenkantor: Gone with the wind.