dinner with a tonight.
date night at gigi's, which means a pizza and a bottle of wine for $20.
can't beat it.
and you really cannot beat a night out with a.
she is my special little girl, with the eyes of an angel and the voice of a forty year-old, chain-smoking divorcée.
she at times makes me both laugh and cry, and she exudes a wisdom beyond her years.
she is my level-head, the one who tells me that the bf and i are great together.
not only because she means it, but because she knows it.
and i, in turn, believe her.
for an emotional, pms-ing, bloated girl, she is like midol plus.
thank goodness for a.
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Sigh.
I used to have an a of my own.
We don't hang out anymore.
I miss her.
Again, sigh.
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