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how to not love

LT, Al, D and i have dinners weekly..sometimes fortnightly. and it can get quite crazy. i dont know what to think, maybe they are just happy to be off work? or perhaps its something in the food. anyway, dinners with them always includes us in a fits of uncontrollable laughter.

once, LT said Al would die if he had daughters like D and i. He then replied without hesitation, that he wouldnt let D have a cell phone (serial texter alert!) and how i wouldnt be allowed to go out shopping on my own (meaning? :s)

in the latest episode, on being amused at how LT and D were from supposedly reputable schools (incidentally all girls), we started to reminisce. and the next thing i knew, the girls were laughing at me being their common neighbourhood school friend. how did i get left outta the loop!! -sulk- old people!! tsk!!
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