good-bye my sweet ones, yr faces were perhaps the best to wake up to. but alas, it is time to say our good-byes. meaning that you can no longer give me scabies, we can no longer fight for a shower on a water day, and we can’t vent to each other about silly things like not having the yummy coffee cookies, which we all love so much.
it has been fun, these past ten weeks or so, there are many fond memories that i probs. won’t forget: Eliza’s awkward dancing, King’s Cup with Emergen-C, the mouse crawling over Klya in her sleep, the dead one we found behind the vols.’ things, and of course Florian in his itsy-bitsy underwear for dinner.
i hope that we do meet up, and that we do have a chance to teach the beloved grandma Marissa, what exactly ‘the Lil’ Wayne’ is.
anyone down for bungee-jumping in Canada? It’s free if you go naked…
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