Who knows who reads this?
She's moving out on October 1st. That's not vague.
Ginny and I are headed home this weekend to wish Ben a happy birthday and our family a fond farewell.
I wonder how many of the girls I grew up with still read this. I wonder how many people a day I see who I want to scream the truth at, and don't.
Mostly, I just wish I knew how many of the girls I grew up with still read this.
Sometimes I get these inexplicable longings for very specific physical sensations. Right now, I want to be curled up on the couch with my head in someone else's lap having my back absentmindedly rubbed. That is the exact sensation I crave - nothing more, nothing less. I think everyone is this idiosyncratic, I'm just more vocal about it.
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