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I wish I could tell you that we drove home in peace. The End.
That’s how I wished it would be.
Truthfully, I think this trip was karma serving me up some of my just desserts. So, I was still trying to roll with it.
For the most part…
It would be over eventually, right? And I was probably learning something…
This last part of the story is going to be difficult to write because there were a lot of my feelings involved and even more talking. Of course you are only going to hear what I remember, which is definitely going to paint me in a better light, but I always try to put this out here as objectively as I can. This journal is something I go back to later in order to see what-the-fuck. It’s important to me that I am as accurate as possible.
Smitten with Him 