Dinner with Helen. Reminiscing, laughing and reliving.
Liking my hair. My face. Feeling good.
Getting a text from him. First.
Also, this wooden plant pot at work.
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The woman who shouted ‘OH MY GOD’ as she stepped off the train into the torrential rain. I full on loled.
My aunt maybe offering me a flat deposit…
The spider incident. I hope to God it went out the window.
