It is still Thursday.
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That's about all I got.
Dear Future Jeremy,
Tonight Erin allowed you to take her out to dinner. You had the lamb, and she had the salmon, and your cheek muscles ached from smiling and laughing by the end of the night. You made googly-eyes at each other, and then went to her house and snuggled on the couch. It was really nice. It was nice in a way that made you think people don't use the word "nice" appropriately most of the time. Nice was this, and all that other stuff people mean when they use the word is really something else, like "acceptable" or "fairly pleasant".
I know you'll remember the evening, but I'm writing this to you so you don't forget the details. We have to look out for each other.
Write back soon,
Love,
Present Jeremy
- J
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