Saturday, March 9, 2013
I Love You
I may look like a pale, nose-blistered, shriveled zombie from the illness I
caught, but, for some reason, you still took care of me and called me
beautiful. (Though prior to that you said I looked like a druggie.) Thanks
for making me Gatorade and buying me crackers to ease my stomach pain. I
love you and all that mushy stuff
Tags: Cheers
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