Have I stated lately that I love my family, but hate my father? Because seriously, I do. That full-out loathing where you can see the flames flying out of my eyes whenever I get too close to him. Only not hot-anger flames, the cold kind that should cause frostbite. He was getting it head-on this morning at breakfast. Partially because I got dragged
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I just hope that yours went better than you thought it was going to.
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