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Hey Poppy.
I can't really discern what I'm writing, cause my fingers are shaking and the light's low.
And I'm drunk.
But I'm trying.
Ah well.
Big old bday boy's drunk.
But don't you worry Poppy, my sweet sweet Poppy. I'll be fine.
Just... peachy.
Mum says so. Dad proclaims so.
I'll hang on.
Don't you worry.
~*~
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PovídkyDrew's parents were the ones to come forth with the marriage proposal. It was more like a business merger contract, but it wasn't too bad. I had heard about Drew, and he knew about me. I didn't mind being held by him, and I suppose I could imagine a...
