It's the holiday season. I get sentimental and have a strong urge to drunk dial. And gods, I'd love to have her number so I could call her in the middle of the night and whine about how much I love her and how Chase sucks and how much I love her and how she should marry me. And how Chase sucks. And how much I love her, blonde hair now and all.
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*sigh* Good old times. )
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I worry about myself sometimes.
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