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My God, my dear. It brings tears to my eyes, literally.
Your friends aren't what I'd been thinking for four years, but that's okay.
Why do I think of YOU for advice?
"He's a nice boy" is no consolation.
Need to check the bank account.
Make appointments.
Find my money.
I like stopping in the middle of the road, checking the mirror to make sure no one is coming, and taking pictures...I think that'll become a very, very bad habit
... Um. Yesssss push-up pops are sinful. specially when you're not the one buying... "ohhh yeahhhhh".
I need more conversations...but time is of the essence.
god. I miss gummy bears.