I applied for my passport. We are both happy. <.< I’ll die from your British food, because I’ll starve myself. We can definitely sit in your chair. I most certainly will fly on the 26th <.<, if I can that is. >.> I’m not bringing your phone, and I’ll think about the penguins. I’ll bring Cowgirl Amber’s hat and passport though, and your big gummi bear.
I love you more.