I know he doesn't read this. He's not a blog reading (or bookmark) kind of kid. All things aside. I'm just glad my brother is home. Despite being 6ft whatever, 200+lbs, he'll always just be 12 to me.
I missed you - now come to Norfolk and help me clean up my disgusting room.
L
:)
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I can't even tell you how happy I am, even though I only met Larry once, when he was 16 and we debated on whether or not he looked old enough to come to a party with us...Good for you and your family!
Did we take him?
I can't remember. I do remember that visit though. He had blue hair and we went to see KORN.
You know...I have a feeling this was the same time that I unfortunately had Freshman Friend with me and Trosclair accused me of drinking her aristocrat and running....I don't think our scheme ever panned out, but I remember Larry being very enthusiastic about the prospect...
Yay, Leslie! Is he home for good?
Oh, boy, freshman friend...what were we thinking?
Freshman friend: Prime example of why you should not choose a new friend by driving by them at 35 miles an hour & based on all the information you can gather in that span of time.
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