With all of the angsty entries about 10 things you hate and three things you don't like and two and a half things you would change and 10 things you want to say and no comments allowed, and be brutally honest but don't say who you are, I just want to say...
who needs that??
Tell me 10 reasons you love me, or ten reasons you want to be me, or ten
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i remember when i was little, i used to pretend there was a string tied to my index finger, and the other end was tied to your index finger, so we were never separated completely, and if i needed you, you'd be right on the other end of the string. even without the string, you're still always there for me.
i love you, mommy.
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Two things:
1. I didn't know about the string. I think that is neat, that you thought that up for yourself.
2. WHAT stories have you been telling in class???
And oh, yeah, I caught that about "taking care of Ned at work..." What's up your sleeve??
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2. haha. i actually forgot. but i only told them to doug and sarah, and they wanna meet you. i really can't remember. it's nothing embarassing, i promise.
well, you see, mom, my arm is up my sleeve. i'm sorry. i forgot to tell you. :P
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