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The Last Supper.
Me too, with the cheezy I love you's. Jen Allcott, Jenny Anne, Vanessa Pearl, I love you all and I love crepes and I love dresses and I love talking about sex and I love thrift stores and I love frustrating house hunting and I love red wine and I love you girls.
Tomorrow at three this year will be over, and I'll be packing things into compartments in my suitcases and it's all just a little bit surreal.
I'm doing the "what if" thing, but for the most part I'm pretty utterly satisfied with the way that things have gone. Or the way that they've turned out in the end, at least.
I'm going to missy miss miss you three.