OH shitzus... I just remembered we are going to Florida in three weeks... and it will be hot there... and suspicious if I wear a sweatshirt...
Oh am I in trouble...
THINK... there has to be something...
I can't look anyone in the face anymore.
Charlie asked for my phone number.
Oh no I am SO screwed.
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Please hang in there, Lindsay. Things will get better, I promise.
Don't cut.
Don't cut.
Don't cut.
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