Saturday, April 2, 2011

Dear You,

I know how to tell that you'll be the one. When I sit and watch Harry Potter, or some equally emotional gut-wrenching theatrical experience, you'll go into another room and laugh your glorious guts out. But once you're done, you'll come back with a box of tissues for me. And an unlimited supply of hugs. Gee.
A.

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