Day Twenty Eight: sewed a patch onto your shirt while you picked the music we sang to.
Day Twenty Eight: tried to watch a show but had too many stories to tell to pay attention.
Day Twenty Eight: shared a snack at the food carts in a tent strung with Christmas lights.
Day Twenty Eight: you asked if you could kiss my cheek, I said yes and fell asleep smiling.
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likelava said:
at first i was like “aw cheek kissing” and then i was like “wait…only I can kiss your cheek, you fuck” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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