So we’re driving to the Mark Twain house now. I think we’re going to stop at a gas station soon, because we’re running out of fuel (or, as Cae calls it, “bloody petrol”). So that’ll be a fun experience. While I’m waiting I guess I’ll make another list.
3 Things I Love About Myself (Only Three?)
1) I’m stunning. Just... Stunning. Impossible to not look at.
2) I’m hilarious.
3) I’m humble.
3 Things I Hate About Myself
1) Nothing.
2) Nothing.
3) I’m lonely. I mean, fuck. Cae isn’t even from this country and she has more people to talk to than I do. I mean, at least she has people back home. This is my home and I don’t have anyone. I have Cae.
So Cae pulled into the gas station and parked and came back and asked how I was doing. I just hugged her for God only knows how long. Neither of us said anything.
Fuck, I need a drink.
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Caligula and Caesar's American Adventure
Teen FictionJoin Cali and Cae as they explore the vast expanse of the Americas, and the lovely platonic-yet-slightly-lesbianic relationship they have with one another. Bands, books, ice cream, and confusing British terminology are all conversations on the table...
