Lydia. Oof. That was some two months. Much fun, we agree.
There were, sadly, problems. And I'd like to blame myself. I simply stopped loving Lydia. And she stopped loving me. I blame myself for this because I already got yelled at and hit by a bunch of girls for this.
So, it's totally my fault. And, uh, stuff.
Anyway, Lydia didn't seem to hurt, so it appears that she really did feel the same way. This was good news. It also lead to me not being kicked in the balls, yelled at, chased, hit, beaten, mauled by bears, etc, as my fears may have dictated.
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Well, it's good that you guys aren't on bad terms. I love Lydia though, so don't let her get all mad at you for anything, because then things would just be awkward. :)
Well done brother. No one will get pissed (execept steph cause she always seems to be pissed bout sumthin and needs to hit us).
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