Zane never spoke to me again, and I crossed off that approach to professing my love in the future.
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YEAR SIX
YEAR FIVE
Petting their beards understandingly, ICCH knew just the kids for the job. My siblings and I packed our trash bags and again, we were on the move.
YEAR FOUR
I can't in all honesty tell you much detail about the happenings here, so this year will be a massive dumping of memories with my parents.
YEAR THREE
Year three was a little lighter-hearted. Well, it was much lighter, actually. This year was fun.
YEAR TWO
CAUTION: This post contains sensitive material and may be a trigger for some audiences. NSFW.
YEAR ONE
Hello, world!
I Am All That Is Wrong With The Service Industry
Me: *says nothing* *pulls over immediately, without asking which terminal she needs* *pops trunk*
