Stewart returns from his travels, but manages to arrive on my doorstep just as I am reading this.
A distraught and sobbing girlfriend wasn’t quite what he was expecting to return home to, but he’s a complete angel.
I’m not best used to being looked after, but tonight I’m prepared to go with the flow.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
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