Blaine Anderson, 21 years old. Currently working on my medical residency at Cornell University and living with my brother. Proud uncle of two gorgeous kids from my sister. Life has thrown a lot of obstacles, but somehow we always end up okay.
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Neither can I. I’ve missed you a lot.
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I’m glad he kept you company but i’m going to be here for a while longer now. I love you too. I think I will always remember that.
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I think I could make it back by then. Thank you for taking care of courage again.
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Oh.. Did something happen?
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I will?
text: I need you to call me or tell me when you can get ten minutes free so i can come and speak to you.
text: Or wait until you get a break from work i don’t know i don’t want you freaking out mid shift or something and i really don’t want to just text you about it.
text: I’m sorry and i love you and it’s not a huge deal, it can wait, but i feel awful about it.text: More good news, joy, i’m really worried about sami. Cam broke up with her and i’m going to staple his own balls to his face.
text: But sami’s just… she’s not upset she’s not angry she’s not anything and she hurt herself by accident and it’s weird. Bad weird.
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Seems like i’ve missed a lot this week. I have the weekend off at the hospital and i’ll be home later on tonight. We can talk then. Have you spoken to her about it?
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I’m so sorry. Do you mind if I ask what happened? I’m really sorry i’ve been working hard all week at the hospital.
I don’t think i’ve really had my mind set on broadway or on stage romance with women… but thank you? I’ll take that as a compliment.
