Every night, he made up his bed, his nest, his perfect little cocoon. He'd shake the sheets out in the air and lay them flat and straight, pressing them down just right. Then he'd layer on another crisp, cozy layer down on top of the others. Next he'd arrange all the pillows with delight, knowing he'd soon be nestled safely within his perfectly arranged and only slightly deranged cozy little cocoon. Where he'd wiggle down for the night.
Ryan, Carolyn & I were thinking it would be fun for us to have some drinks Thur. night or tonight. You should call me from the payphone. ------> Please call even if it's to say you can't make it. We just think it'd be fun. Luv Always, Amy & Carolyn I love you son! MOM P.S. Shakespeare & Ryan Rule!
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