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Fucking Mistletoe, huh?
Anyway, Hogsmeade tomorrow. I hope I don't forget all the Christmas presents I need to pick up. Which d'you think'd amuse seven year old girls more--ice mice or cockroach clusters?
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What is it about 'Dromeda that makes me not commit to any plan I've got? I was going to get over her. Forget about her, you know? Finally give up on hoping that things would get better, that she'd stop acting so distant and cold. But, nah. All she has to do is mouth 'I'm sorry' at me and I'm back to square one.
I'm hopeless.
She tastes just like how I'd imagined. Except better, because it's real instead of just some dream I've had.
Anyway, Hogsmeade tomorrow. I hope I don't forget all the Christmas presents I need to pick up. Which d'you think'd amuse seven year old girls more--ice mice or cockroach clusters?
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What is it about 'Dromeda that makes me not commit to any plan I've got? I was going to get over her. Forget about her, you know? Finally give up on hoping that things would get better, that she'd stop acting so distant and cold. But, nah. All she has to do is mouth 'I'm sorry' at me and I'm back to square one.
I'm hopeless.
She tastes just like how I'd imagined. Except better, because it's real instead of just some dream I've had.