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I'm really concerned as to why you care, anon.
However, with the way things ended between us, I suppose both parties just assumed it better to just ignore the other person. I am sure my ex has her reasons for doing so, and I have mine. Whether or not these differences are irreconcilable has yet to be determined, and I am not sure if it ever will before.
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one of them on fb every once in a while. the other...not so much
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I don't speak to her any more, but I had a good friend in England a couple of years ago that wrote me the nicest e-mail.
I have bits and pieces of old letters my late grandmother sent me as well, no whole letters. I wish I did though. -
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I wish I could sing. I wouldn't do it in front of people, but to be able to sing would be nice.
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I'm glad you appreciate it. Only a few people call me that, because mainly, I hate it.
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Sometimes, after an expensive and long trip, you realize things just don't click. Sometimes, after things don't click, one or both parties involved don't handle things appropriately. Apart from that, it's our issue.
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This would all depend on where you going on Long Island, whether it be the North or South shore, or if you are wandering to Nassau or Suffolk. Where I'm from, we wander around by the docks on the North Shore, where there's a tiny town with some shops and good food places, like The Pie for pizza. There's also malls around. We have the Outlets in Riverhead, and the Eastern part of Long Island is really nice, both North and South shore. It's very slow out there, with sod and wine farms. I don't personally venture to Nassau as much though. Sorry I can't be of more help. :)
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1. No
2. I think they're brown, but Jess isn't awake to confirm this. Interestingly enough, it seems all my photos of him that are good enough to show his eyes are black and white.
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AHAHAHAHHA! Yes, omfg. I remember that. We played with chalk beforehand. It was like the week after Bamboozle, which was another lie in itself.
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I feel horrible doing it, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, you know?
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I got married to a boy in his backyard in preschool. Also, in 8th grade/9th grade there was this weird thing I had going on with a boy where we were sorta dating but not really, because my parents were strict and I was a good girl and didn't lie to them...yet. Now, when I want something badly, I'll tell all the lies in the world to them.
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