Sep 19, 2010 10:53
what did i do, not supposed to be this way, what the who the what the how, aksjdhaskljdhalks, crying on the inside, damnit cronus
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You are..... so grown.
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We should meet. Perhaps you'll let me make you dinner?
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I'd eat dinner made by you any time, mother.
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Good, then you shall. We can catch up then. You can tell me everything about yourself.
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I'll let you know as soon as I touch down in New York.
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All good things I hope.
Perfect. That will give me time to plan.
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It's good to see you, mother.
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