I'm coming over tomorrow. I'm going to sit on your doorstep until your mother or you lets me in, even though I have a key and all. I need to hug you, see your face, and have you tell me that you're fine to my face. I mean fine, like emotionally fine. I miss you and there are things I need to tell you. Important things. I hope you'll see me. Otherwise I'll have to use force. *grins slightly*
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