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I has a cute girlfriend.
I think she’s decided I’m going to be Auntle Tory.
Duh! I’m basically a girl. I have to get Ally from Greensboro on Wednesday so she can witness the birth of our nephew, but I’m going to see if I can visit when she goes back up the mountain. Obviously, it’s only so I can see you.
I’m just really bad at texting back -.- sorry. Anyway, we’re probably going to have to put off our visit until Kate has the baby, she’s due on Monday. So once she has the baby and the novelty’s worn off, we’ll have to talk. Whenever we planned to make plans I was too overcome with excitement to think properly :(
I’m not the Origami Killer.
I did, however, get shot to death in front of my son that I cut off a pinky/crawled through a tunnel filled with broken glass/killed a man/didn’t kidnap/braved a live electric field/drove against traffic for five miles on a highway for.
And yes. It keeps slipping my mind, and I have to go out in town and take Kate to her appointment today, so if we chit-chat on the phone, it’ll be later in the day.
There is nothing better than the feeling of hugging someone and knowing that they’re yours. And that they aren’t going anywhere.