3.
At her house, there is always plenty of food. She left me to my slumber and I was on my way out to send her keys. There was some Mochi I was going to bring to the office for her, and for some reason, as I went down the line picking the Mochi, it became less and less "Mochi". At some point it was the mango with sticky rice, which for some reason I had to steam. Into the steam pot went fried chicken. Ugghh...
4.
I can't change that my thoughts keep wandering back to you. No one comes in the closest to competing with you. In fact, they fail miserably. Self-entitled, non-achieving, sluggers.
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