Heh, it me.

I would love reminders. Maybe not through my parents but whatever it takes. I’m terrible at being a girl. (The lady I get brazillians from has strict instructions to tell me if there’s something I am not taking care of that’s necessary after the time she told me about how she never knows if she should tell clients when they have something she would take care of)

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