I don't Twitter, so don't ask to follow me.
Dean does, and all the little ideas, questions, and silly jokes that go with it. I'm happy for him. Even at 9pm when he's getting children out of their beds so they can hunt the cat. Even when he uses me to lull her into a false sense of security before he nabs her.
I don't Twitter or text, just more anacronisms of my personality. I don't Twitter, but I'm not afraid to steal a cute picture when I see one. Even when it has nothing to do with my post. I'm luring you in with a false sense of security. BAM! Gotcha. ;)
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