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Okay.
I just walked in on Peter. 'What was he doing?', you may ask. OR you may say 'Idon'twanttoknow!' But trust me. Oh you do.
He was air guitaring. To Spectre. Peter. Was playing the air guitar. Along with my gorgeous Spectre's album. And he was singing along and dancing. And I died (again, I totally know what it feels like) of cute! Please note, he was performing this for the benefit of his six month old son who was completely transfixed, but that might just be because Thomas isn't old enough to join in yet!
And THAT was exactly what I needed to see. My best friend, just being a doofhead. Because it means he's happy. And if he's happy, I can feel happy too. Goodness knows I have enough to be happy about.
My Abby is alive.
I just walked in on Peter. 'What was he doing?', you may ask. OR you may say 'Idon'twanttoknow!' But trust me. Oh you do.
He was air guitaring. To Spectre. Peter. Was playing the air guitar. Along with my gorgeous Spectre's album. And he was singing along and dancing. And I died (again, I totally know what it feels like) of cute! Please note, he was performing this for the benefit of his six month old son who was completely transfixed, but that might just be because Thomas isn't old enough to join in yet!
And THAT was exactly what I needed to see. My best friend, just being a doofhead. Because it means he's happy. And if he's happy, I can feel happy too. Goodness knows I have enough to be happy about.
My Abby is alive.