In. Out. In. Out. (A line my sweet Gabe used to say to remind himself to not get upset or scared).
The scouts are coming to my house. they're expecting a fun activity. I still have no clue how to do this. Please. Please. Please. Tell me I'll survive. And if I don't, bury the beads and jewelry with me. (that way I won't have to watch the fighting from heaven).
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