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awwwww twentyseven...

you make it sound like it's been some sort of torturous chore being your friend... well it hasn't.

...you're not 'that' crazy.

god love ya bun.



I stumbled across your blog while I was doing some online research. When I read this, I started thinking about how much we do associate our friends and loved ones with certain smells. We're not so far from our sharper-nosed four-legged friends as we thought, I guess!

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