In the boys' room, no less.
I seem to have signed myself up for a week of all work an no play. Oh, well. In the words of my dear old Padawan, Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.
I miss that bastard. I miss the way his heart bangs on his ribs.
Friends are strange creatures indeed. Who knows when they'll be at their best? There's no pattern. I
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