The summer is just getting confusing. Each day passes and blurs together like the last. I often have trouble remembering what day of the week it is. Events that happen to me -- conversations I've had -- they all end up rather hazy... One recurring theme of my summer has arisen. Lousy minor setbacks. My toenail is once again in-grown, and causing me
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Always Yours,
eMatt
P.S. If you ever want to hang out for real and NOT pay, then find another friend.
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