jeez.
the girl who lived next door to me til about age 11, when her mom died, found me and my brother on facebook. i practically lived at her house. she wished me a happy birthday because she said she always remembers it despite the loooong time since we’ve had contact. it’s true - every November 7th, I think of her.
her mom smoked at least a pack a day, had green tattooed eyeliner, taped Days of our Lives daily and watched it while eating dinner in front of the tv.
after her mom died, she became extremely religious.
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i’m glad she found me and i plan to catch up a bit, but I noticed she’s in the group “I commit to pray for President Obama.”
