I'm a dork
No. I really am. I talked to Steve's mom in church a couple of hours ago. She said something like "So, I hear you're going out to dinner Tuesday." I said "Yeah. Seventy-three hours ... Not that I'm counting or anything." One of the coolest things about Steve's mom is that she doesn't make me feel like a dork when I say such dorky things.
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