My girl: “Forget about the past. Think of the future.”
Me: “Okay. I don’t mind the past, though.”
My girl: “Me neither.”
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In which I attempt to commit every blogging sin: writing incessantly about local trivia, sex, religion, and boring personal memories; giving unsolicited advice; offending all who read through crass assumptions. The works.
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