"And so it comes down, and I don't know anything..." So today...oh, today. This morning, I woke up and showered, and as usual, I didn't dry my hair. I don't usually do it anymore because the blow-dryer is so immensely damaging to my already split-ends. I pulled half of it up into a playful little side ponytail (NOT in the disgustingly 80's way, I'll show you what I mean some time) and got ready for school. My ride was late. So I texted him, and then called him. When I called him, my conversation was sort of...ehh, violent 's too strong of a word...more like...vivid. He showed up, extremely pissed off, and his windshield was not even defrosted. I had NO IDEA how he drove to my house without crashing. And he was very, very angry. APPARENTLY, his mother didn't make his tea according to his fancy. This was my first tip-off to something that I seriously considered later...but I'll get to that. (Edit: Probably in another post.) So he was angry that ...
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