These are the beautiful cashmire socks that my mom knit for me to "HUG" my feet on those cold and blustery montreal nights. The socks look a lot better than they taste...
After a long, dramatic, and weepy conversation, with my foot in my mouth the whole time I can't stop appologising. YOU are the MOM, and I am being a BABY.
Thanks for your patience and understanding
Sorry, I f'ed up.
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you did all that just so you could apologize so convincingly and creatively. Thanks for making the effort to put the post together after that late night weep session. It was gruelling, but thank God we've got the foundations there so we can get through this stuff
love you lots, mom
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