*blowing nose, wiping eyes*
Our lad has gone on to greener pastures.
I guess hanging out with a bunch of brain-damaged broads isn't really his cup of mochalattefrappacinodoubleshotespressolowfoam.
I miss him.
*stirring the candy wrappers from our days of wine and roses*
...Memories.... like the cobwebs in my mind
*choke...sniffle, sniffle*