A teenage vow in the parking lot, 'til tonight do us part.

So today:
wake up, doctors, home, hang out with Dillon, interesting conversation with President Elect Celene.

Fact: Dillon can't say "with", but he can say "witheh" like Chris Brown sings it in "With You". He can't say "clasped" from "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" either (not like I can). He secretly hates me for throwing hit hat at him. He obviously needs me to tutor him in algebra (:]). He doesn't know how to sew and only wants to so I don't sneak money into his pockets tomorrow in case he pays for something. Anddd, I know there's more but my dad is shouting at me to go to sleep and I'm under pressure to finish writing this. Hahaha.

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