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So I've just come home from the pub with my boy. We sat and drank gin and talked/laughed about the world and our childhood for about 2 hours... now I'm sitting on my bed while he plays his keyboard and sings the most beautiful songs to me.
The thought of not living with him any more... being in a whole different city to him, not spending every spare minute every day with him is horrid.
Maybe I'm over reacting?
Bleugh. Sucks. Why can't he come with me to London instead of being pooey (by pooey I mean super smart) and going to Oxford.
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