My uncle came over this morning. I haven't seen him in months; he's my favorite. He was sitting in my mother's room, with my mother, and I came in with a picture of myself and my new boyfriend from Halloween. I held the picture in front of his face, and as I watched, frothy bubbles of spit gathered at his lips and he struggled to catch his breath.
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I get it all but i'm perplexe (sp? correct?) about mood and title you used.
Hug tight
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