When I let my hair air dry, I look like a sheep.
Hot Chocolate rocks.
Hot Chocolate with marshmallows, whip cream, and caramel on top rocks even more.
My best friend Steve can make me laugh even when I'm in the depths of despair.
Best friends rock.
I would give up a week of running to be able to breathe through my nose.
Ok - maybe three days... or two.
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