It smells like food in here...
My friends, you may have wondered where I have scurried off to. The answer to that question is, I've been here loves.. at my house. Soy enferma, no es seriousa. Mi cabeza fumando. Not really.. if you know spanish, that didn't make sense. Let's take a step back into reality for a second. It began on Monday, when I mentioned to Josiah that I felt as
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