I can't believe I'm leaving tomorrow. I know that I barely had any time at home this summer, but it seems like I had none at all. I feel like I'm not ready to leave, when in reality I don't have an option. I'm nervous about the future: about the year, the house, the girls, the boy. I know this year is going to be a completely different year
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you're my favorite
southern belles dig guster
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