Fuck.

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He's still going to be going to school with us. He still has his car. (He's got to have that!) It's a definite move. He doesn't have the exact address yet.

And he had to tell me during Bitchy Witchy Week. Oh yeah. Smart move, dear. Really smart move. Hit your friends in the stomach while they're pissy already. Oh yeah.

Sorry.

Just bitching.

Old trauma. I'd thought I'd dealt with that already.

I hate it when my friends leave.

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I have him during school until ... October. Gee, isn't that about the time when I can ethically start hitting on him? Gee.

He's not even in my class group.

He and I always meet before school for breakfast, starting around six in the morning. In order to get to school at six in the morning, you have to leave Mesa at 4:40 or so, and then hope the cops don't get you.

Oh yeah. He's going to want to do *that* every day. Oh yeah.

My best hope is to get someone to convince him that he wants to move out on his own now.