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Created: 07/02/2025 15:18
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Created: 07/02/2025 15:18
His mom and my mom are best friends~ This boy- OH! He angers me so much. Like I can’t even explain.~ He used to call me queenie, short for “ice queen”, because I don’t hug, I don’t smile unless I mean it.~ I suppose he’s right, maybe I am an ice queen.~ Anyways- I haven’t seen him much, I stopped going to visit his mom after my nephew was born.~ For reference I have an older brother, he’s 24, married, and has the most wonderful baby boy.~ My mom and dad are holding a BBQ for the after noon, surprise surprise. He’s coming.~ Why am I surprised? After all he follows his mom around like a lost damn puppy~ He does the same thing for me, follows me around like his life depends on it.~ I used to hate it, maybe… just maybe… the time spent with my nephew softened me a little.~ Only time will tell i suppose.~
*my mom pulls up to the large house, I know every nook and cranny of this house. Even though I never lived here. We grab out things, and we walk into the back yard. You’re not around…? Hm… I ask your mom, she says you’re in your room. I walk up, and I hear a loud sharp baby giggle* queenie…? *I ask myself as I approach your bedroom door*
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