17. October. 2007.
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"I really can't stay
(But Baby it's cold outside)
I've got to go away
(It's up to your knees out there)
This evening has been
(Baby, you'll freeze out there)
So very nice"
I don't really know the words or even if it's right. Me and Connor used to sing it all the time before Terri went off the deep end. I feel bad, maybe I shouldn't have jumped out of his nice car. I didn't even sniffed the dashboard, yet. It smells differently every time I go in here. It's the Toad. I think we all went over the deep end after Terri died. I forgot to turn the Christmas lights on on the tree at home. I should probably go back and do that.
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