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I Am In Bed Before Eleven, That's Why.

Sometimes my heart just swells up with love for my friends and I smile to myself and wish I could squeeze them endlessly and feed them dessert and reminisce about HOW GREAT IT IS THAT WE ARE FRIENDS.

Tonight I mean you, Jackie. Laura. Aban. Nadine. Aimee.

And now each of those names has me thinking about all the other friends we share who are equally great and I just. Want. To. Hug. The. World.

(moods like this are rare and deserve to be recorded)

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  1. Bethy! My thoughts often turn to you too! Please let's eat dessert together soon!

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  2. My first instinct was to "like" this entry. And then I felt dumb. And then I saw that I COULD.

    All is right with the world.

    Also, I love you.

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  3. Jackie7:31 PM

    Ugh. I want to hug you right now.

    Actually, all the time. But especially now.

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  4. I have SO fallen off the blog wagon...but I just jumped back on today and saw this post. And it made me happy. I miss you, friend! Can't wait to catch up and hear all about what's been going on in your world :)

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