Of the past week.

Amazing, yes. Oh, yes.

Unable to listen just yet, but I know, that it truly is so.

Just so you know, kills me.

Don’t need his approval. Don’t need to turn to the mirror as he leaves.


Then it changes, shifts, and everything just falls into place.

And my wish came true.

With a broken umbrella.

Three statistic books.

We conquered a cockroach.

Look up, look down, look around but there, there, there, and beautiful eyes.

I want to serve more, more, more.

And Sam, really.

“Nic, you’re the type to get married. If you don’t get married, the world will become wild.”

Great times.

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