Oh, Abigail Crain. Being shunned, tornados, breakups, terrible jobs, horrible summers, celebratory evenings, more breakups, more celebratory evenings, and things that can't be written about. In a couple of weeks, I'll waltz into my 21st year of life with you as my dance partner.
Thanks for being my compadre, Bobbigail.
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