I can't stay long, I have to go home now.
Dad and Patty are leaving for twelve days, basking in the glow of the Daytona sun, though it's no different from the one in New Berlin. I have the house to myself...and the animals. I think I want to stay home a good hunk of the near-two weeks. And with Rachel.
My last day of work? Soon. Less than two weeks. Not even a week and one-half. Soon.
I was an ass to Wy last night. I text'd him today and said, "Vacation's over." After a brief explanation, I think he understood.
I'm getting to the point where I am very confused, but it's not like it doesn't happen often anyway.
I love you, darling.
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