27.07.05 - 1:39 p.m.

i was still drunk last night when i got home, anna hopped off the back of the scooter, pulled her skirt back into place and i ran inside, pushing the button over my shoulder to close the garage door. tim and aaron were playing medal of honor on the couch, mike's hard lemonade (seriously) bottles strewn about the floor and i noticed the closed spare room door but didn't give it a second thought until in the bathroom i set eyes on my sister's makeup bag perched atop my traincase, her flatiron next to mine on the counter and my stomach did a little flip-flop as if to say it's official!

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