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Romancing the Apple.

May 11, 2011

I miss my best friend at work.
Because she flew to romance the apple.

Romancing the apple was the drink we contemplated having on that last day. I asked her how it is actually possible to romance an apple and then there was the obvious joke, and then the laugh. But, now when I look back, Baby, it is because you went to romance one, that we miss you here.

We miss your sarcasm, and your lightheartedness, and your love for the sane/sanity/insanity/(sanitizer?), and your jokes, and the laughs and hundred other things that we love you for.

We miss you everyday girl.

All because of the Bloody. stupid. crappy. Big Apple.

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