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Crushed Up Petals and Broken Butterfly Wings.

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(She also gets antsy if I don't allow her to write. Go figure.)

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Bridal Shower, Yayy.

It was rather boring.

There wasn't very much going on to begin with. We kind of ate (there wasn't very much there). I mean, it was pretty much like a get together, but just not very fun. The bride took two hours opening up gifts, but that's because people seem to have gotten her a lot of shit. And I mean a lot.

I wrote on the table. I wrote on the stain my sister made on the cloth, so it's not like I made another stain or anything. I just got bored, so I wrote on it (yeah, I shouldn't have, but I did).

And that was pretty much it. Yeah, rather boring.

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