This weekend I am going home to see my family. Three years ago, I never would have thought that I would be willingly going back home.
I plan to spend *all* of Saturday sitting in a chair in our backyard under the warm orange light of the autumn sun, eating wild berry skittles, and listening to Brahms.
“Ah, the pathos.”
The only thing missing will be Craiger.
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If I were you, I'd keep a wallet size photo of Craiger in my overly-laced sleeve.
That Bees can always fit somewhere. she's such a cheap date.
I need a sleeping car when I travel.
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