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Scotland

I am sitting on the green grass of a park in Scotland, leaning on my hand and feeling its coldness from the air. What a frickin awkward sentence. I feel horrible because I revealed an oh-so-graphic dream I had about the B-O-Y back home. I’ll never hear the end of it. Hopefully Dave or Leah won’t say anything to everyone else. Read the rest of this entry »