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she brings this liberation that I just can't define
xoxo
Written at 6:16 PM on Friday, June 13, 2008

LAST NIGHT.

consisted of:
+ hugs and kisses (and quite possibly a few licks too)
+ drunken tomfoolery
+ bonding over talks of hypnosis and tantra
+ being chatted up by way too many Scot's and Irishmen
+ giggles - lots and lots and lots of giggles
+ forgetting the fact that I have exams and that you're going back so soon.....

Awww....just like the good old times.

Sanz, I'll miss you when you're gone.