I love you, bestie. Talking to you made me miss you loads and I wish I could go home so we could creep in Doyle like old times, we'll ignore the fact Doyle died. We need red drank and cheese and crackers late at night watching the crazy b movies I love so much. We need random itg days when we feel lame. I miss being able to gossip about boys face to face. I want the Fire to my Ice back. Can we please get drunk so we can scream bitch at each other and so I can spoon feed you hot fudge brownie sundaes? I want to go to local shows to hit on the musicians and car rides at random times at night. Love you Meg, don't ever forget.
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