Gail (gailmarie) wrote,

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Please understand, if love ends, then I promise you, I promise you that I shall never breathe again.

I didn't wash my hair this morning, so I look like a grease ball...but other than that, I'm ready to head to Florida.

I miss the days of just cramming stuff in a car and arriving at a destination within 4 hours. I don't like this "flying to get to school" stuff. Oh well.

I'm off.

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