Right well that was a bit harsh of me
.....not being able to come over and have tea with you and hug you is hard.....I wish I could do that....just so much.....and I would hug Weav on the way and head to Gabe's house....
Love....it will be OK.
I don't talk about the terrible things I did.
How about the night I got SO drunk and enraged becasue my friend upstairs was hogging my friend in the house next door (apartments next to house) and I was so jealous that I went upstairs to the third-floor laundry and I threw his hose out of the window...really.....like an 8-meter good-quality brand-new hose. And a few other things....can't remember what....maybe a clotheshorse......in a rage.....ah ha.
So, the next day.....I had a knock on the door. Oh yes. You can imagine the rest....just exactly how does one justify these things? Errrr, I threw all of your stuff out of a third-floor window by accident? Um no. I was a terror.
There is more.
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