I miss home. I miss Nick. Nick is home. I miss my friends (hi Erin!) and my dog and my cat and my horse. Even my fish. Oh, Prince Humperdink, are they cleaning your filter?
I miss having 80 pairs of shoes to choose from and being able to kiss him when I walk through the door. Whenever I want. I miss staying up late listening to music together and
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