Just about...infinitely. And I've decided. My fever is like...down to thirty-eight Celsius (just a little over one-hundred). Soooo I figure that if I'm not TOTALLY exhausted this evening and I spit out the Melatonin when my father isn't looking... I'll come visit you tonight. And get you sick.
But...birthday present. Rawr. It hasn't arrived yet. So you'll have to be patient. In the meantime, I think you'll have to deal with me. And getting sick. In very physical ways (mature thinking: optional).
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Guess what.
I LOVE YOU.
Just about...infinitely. And I've decided.
My fever is like...down to thirty-eight Celsius (just a little over one-hundred). Soooo I figure that if I'm not TOTALLY exhausted this evening and I spit out the Melatonin when my father isn't looking...
I'll come visit you tonight. And get you sick.
But...birthday present. Rawr. It hasn't arrived yet. So you'll have to be patient. In the meantime, I think you'll have to deal with me. And getting sick. In very physical ways (mature thinking: optional).
E> -Raphael
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