Day 11

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Dear Boo,

I heard you, I'm on my way there now. I'm on the bus  to Daventry, the bus driver says about an hour and we will be there. I'm excited Boo. I might get to see you. I might not. But today I'm thinking positive, I have no idea, anything could go wrong today but I hope nothing does. Want to know why? Because I might get to see you, I might not but one think I do know is that I'm going to the place where I first took you on our first date. The river. The tree. The sky. The Blanket. The Grass. The Colors. The memories. The laughs. The songs. I remember clearly. Strawberries and Chocolate and whipped cream. I remember the Grape fight we had. Which turned into a play fight, which then turned into a tickle fight, then finally turned into a make out session. I also remember the poem I gave you that I wrote for you. I'm not going to write it out because we are just about to pulll into the bus station.  Maybe another time Boo. I feel like this week and half is gone so long, don't worry I'm on my way I'm ten percent there already.  I love you Boo.

love From Hazzie

xx

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