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    Day 11 of Missing You

    The other day, you totally made fun of my divalicious Skype avatar. 😛 I remember the day I took that picture. I had a job interview that morning (the one that I didn’t get) and I spent a few hours after that taking videos with Anne at the Strand. We went back to the dorms afterwards and split up to get ready for part two of her video. She was going to come by my room to shoot an interview. I took that photo to show Moz my make-up. I didn’t get all dressed up for Anne though. I had a date that night with you.

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    Day 10 of Missing You

    This is just a reminder to our future selves that weboth committed to two weeks (no less) of kissing upon your return. Complete with ball and chains and everything… (Pop rocks included, of course.)       And maybe tomorrow, I’ll quit being lazy and write something out.

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    Day 9 of Missing You

    Of all the days for me to miss a post, I miss Day 8. This is just my acknowledgement that it’s been a week since I saw you last. Maybe I’ll edit this post again in the morning with actual content.   Edit: Skype dates need to happen more often. That is all.

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    Day 7 of Missing You

    Okay, I admit it. My project is throwing me off because today I thought it has been a week since I last saw you. But that is false. Tomorrow will mark a week. So yeah, I had no excuse to be all mopey today. So I wasn’t. (At least I didn’t think I was.) I still couldn’t come up with anything new to say today, so I had Loreal send me some writing prompts. She directed me to this website, and today, I decided to write about this: Memoir Prompt – Write the story of how you came by your scars. Be sure to describe the scars, including their locations.…

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    Day 6 of Missing You

    Not going to lie, I almost just skipped writing a post today altogether. I didn’t have anything in mind to write about up until five minutes ago when I felt an intense longing for you. (Okay, that sounded like it came out of a romance novel. But it’s true.) Writing helps, so here I am writing up a last minute post a few minutes before midnight. Yesterday, I told you how my entire family was basically teasing me during the family picnic. Here was one conversation that we had: Dad [to me]: See? The bees are all attracted to you. Mom [to me]: Are you texting? Me: What does that…