So our holiday drink was great, but Molly's parents freaked out. We went to a bar and then came back to the hotel. Nothing super exciting until Molly's parents got freaked out and started calling my parents to see what my number was, so that they could call me.
Oh well, now its snowing, not like Georgia snow. Crazy and the Italian assure me this is not normal.
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It made me feel bad because there was nothing I could do to help them. As gone as you are, I have let go, I guess. I was sure you all were fine.
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