While Roasting Marshmallows.
I just think I want to cry for about thirteen days straight.
But what I really need is some heavenly assurance.
And Health Insurance.
And a day off.
And a million dollars.
Regardless, I am an idiot.
And I am not afraid to admit it.
Atleast, I won't be when I don't have a choice. And all the world will know that I make silly choices when I am left to my own devices on warm summer nights with you by my side and a silly notion of affection.
Not everything that happens while roasting marshmallows stays in the fire.
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