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Brandon is my best bud and "Big Jim." All the girls at his school think he is a major hottie. Well . . . of course they're right, Brandon. I always knew that! ;) So, now that Brandon has all these ladies chasing after him, he just has so little time for dear little mary. That's okay, because we have an agreement: I get the first copy of the first CD he cuts but I'll support him when he's a starving music teacher. I think that sounds fair; don't you? Brandon is the originator of the way I spell hoo-ray. I think it's supposed to be hurray. Oh well. He said that if I ever died he would throw a "Hoo-ray, she's gone" party. Of course he didn't mean it . . . Even if he did, I love him all the same. However, in a STRICTLY fraternal way! (That's for our dear friend, Mrs. Brayley) I miss Brandon a lot, but I know that there are some things that never change: I can always expect Brandon to be close enough that he comes to my house and makes a peanutbutter sandwich first, and then says hello. I can always expect that he'll ring the doorbell just to get on my nerves. AND, I know that he'll alwys be there to steal my favorite foods from the fridge: hotpepper cheese and skyline. Oh well! Look, it's me and Brandon and a big hog!!! |
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