Rafe left today for Iraq. At this very moment, he's winging his way to someplace in Europe. When he told me the choices of places he might end up, and that he didn't know where he would end up at the end of the first r10 hour flight, I wanted to kill him. I'm not sure if he really doesn't know or just doesn't care. But I like to imagine where he's at.
you know, so I can rush in and save him in case he needs some help or something.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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Oh man, already? Bummer.
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