my dad wandered upstairs and offered to make me a grill cheese while it was clear that i wasnt doing anything else and was quite capable of making my own.
so he made the grill cheese, cut it into 4 triangles and brought it up to me with a glass of milk.
i was almost speechless.
maybe he feels guilty about abandonning me for the weekend...
Monday, May 10, 2004
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