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it was thanksgiving a few days ago. matt's
parents and his older brother came out for it.
i didn't meet them since matt hasn't met my dad
yet. and yes i was too scared. matt said i don't
have to do anything im uncomfortable with.
he said that his mom really wanted to meet me  which made me happy but sad that i didn't meet
her. 

i was laying down on my bed watching my
favourite of course. "la la land."

summer was busy with josh and his family,
matt was with his, my dad was gone out with
somewhere and i was bored.

liz text me earlier and asked do i wanna go out
for lunch, so i might do that since i'm just lying in
bed and i can finally fill her up on all the things
that are going on.

liz is basically like my mother. her and my dad
have been friends ever since we moved out here.
well they were childhood friends, they lost contact when liz moved right before they started high
school. but one day they bumped into eachother again at a hockey game, i know pretty convenient. they've have been good friends ever since. liz was around for most of my childhood, she would make my school lunches if my dad was busy with work,
she would collect me from school and baby sit me,
so she has been around for most of my life anyway the last 3 years they have been together. it's also scary because we look strangely alike, she literally could be my mother but yeah i love liz, i would die for that women.

she doesn't live with me and my dad since her
own dad is really sick and she's needs to be there
with him most of the time, to obviously take care
of him. at times i wished another women lived
with me.

liz collected me and we made our way to our
favourite italian restaurant.

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