A talk to remember Well about a weekend or two ago some shit went down as per usual. San francisco came home drunk while we were watching Laila. It got so bad we stayed at comfort suites. And that topped off a previous night of fights about my communion, rb, monday nights and a whole lot of other crap. Emilio called me and pulled me from the sea i was sinking into, for that i could never truly thank him. I love him to death and really wish he were closer but he's not, oh well.
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