texts: "Thirty-two?" </s> <s> Well, thirty-three, but I'm not counting Del, on account of you... so, what do you think?  You probably feel I'm flattering myself to see us together. </s> <s> I don't feel that, no. I just... I'm not really who you think I am.
labels: No one is, honey. Here, listen to this... "If who I am and who I hope to be should meet one day, I know they will be friends." Now that's beautiful.