So what have you been doing for the last three years? No not a good question, I don't think he has the answer I want to hear. We were walking in the damp woods of Plymouth, Indiana.
"Well if you must know I have been playing football for the past three years," I didn't even ask him the question yet, "Oh you don't need to ask me I can hear your thoughts."
"Um. . . All of them?"
"Yes all of them and no I did not pay attention to your thoughts at your Grandmothers houes," I gave a sigh, a good sigh not a bad sigh, "But you really think I look cute as a blond?" I punched him in the arm, "Ouch that really hurt!"
"I tought you said that you were not listening? And be a man you play football you get tackled all the time my girlish punch should not hurt you. And I really don't think you can feel anything arms of yours their like rocks!"
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i love that part where he's like
"But you really think i look cute as a blond?"
lol
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