I finally got a chance to go visit my friend. The trip was quick, although the driving seemed to take forever. I came home with a big ol' hairy crush, way worse than before I left. Oh well. I can handle it. A crush isn't a bad thing. He is a very nice man. And I know that "nice" usually is a lame compliment, but in this case I think it's huge. I know some very not-nice men. This guy, he's special.
My friend lives along this beautiful river. We took a walk and there's a long trail alongside with benches and a rope swing that I would really like to try out some day.
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