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May 28, 2014 02:46

Well, here we are. Married and whatnot. Yesterday, you jumped out of a perfectly fine airplane and had your face smashed by the wind. Flew for a couple turns. Nailed the landing.

You have a yearning to grow, and be, more. I'm not sure it's good, but I'm not sure it's bad either. More vague statements!

It's both.

Seahawks have won the Super Bowl. 43-8. Against the best offense ever. Or so they said.

So much so much to catch up on. But we can't because lj is obsolete, and you sir are terrible at maintaining a good thing. Work on that.

You aren't sure if it's that you don't want to have kids period, or that you don't want them right now. Figure it out. Either way, it's gonna happen faster than you falling to earth from 13,000 feet in the air. Truth.

Act on what you know, deliberate on what you feel. Feel good always.

Love always,
Doug

Ps, the end is just death.
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