Friendship is an odd thing. I cannot remember my first friend, though my mother can. She was one of ten children who lived in a small village in Samoa. We played together on the swing set a lot; my sister was newly born and I was lonely, not having my mother's undivided attention. At any rate, she was a constant in my life for a time, and then
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Um, I love yew? ♥
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I don't blame you for hiding, honest. *smooches*
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It's kind of scary. I honestly don't understand it, but maybe that's just me.
♥!!!!
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