September 16, 2014 • don't mess with texas, home sweet home, quizzical
My ten-year high school reunion was a few weeks ago. ten years. TEN.
just hold me for a minute.
since I was your trusty class secretary, I was tasked with the tag-teaming of
planning the reunion... and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that in the weeks leading up to the event, I complained about allocating one of my precious Texas trips for the purpose of the reunion. I have had...
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