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Newspaper is going to kill me I sware.
To you: I know you love me and want to protect me, but I need to start making my own mistakes.
and to you: I feel us slipping, we're growing apart already. And that's just not fair. I won't let it happen, so cut it out.
To cheer myself from this morbid mood I laughed at this picture today
When me and Heidi aren't cruising around for parties on a Saturday night in my minivan, we do this instead.
We sit in front of my computer typing resumes! That is the hottest picture of us by far Heidi. hahaha