Good, good day.

I’m too flustered to type. Ooh, boy, I’m dizzy.

A little bit ago, Chismin wanted to cuddle. I was too flustered to say anything.

Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, holding me like I was a pillow in his arms. Which I was…

We made out. He actually made out. I can’t even speak. We’re laying in the living room, relaxing, but I can’t even think. 

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