We were busy cuddling, licking, punching, laughing and doing what we do best, not sleeping. Finally I had to go sleep in my own bed. It reminded me of my childhood.
I used to beg Anne to have sleepovers with me and she would always give in because she's cool like that. Anyway, after about an hour of fighting in bed I would want to sleep by myself but she would always get so mad and never want to leave so then it'd turn into a huge fight. I guess I'm just not meant to have a bed partner. Damn. It was fun anyway, Enna Poo.
I'll sure miss her while she's gone.
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