As he holds back my hair, I vomit. What I'm truly thinking is "what a nice, nice man to have sacrificed his late night/early morning just to hold my hair back. Everyone should have this."
And he remembered to write about me, and that is truly more touching.
Left now is remembering to call back.
And he remembered to write about me, and that is truly more touching.
Left now is remembering to call back.