Or fifteen...
...thousand.

My Aunt Pizza died on Friday. I found out fifteen minutes ago. She was my mother's college roommate, and our adopted family member. (She's called Aunt "Pizza" because she wanted my first word to be pizza and because I couldn't say her first name when I was little.)
I blame my love affair with V8 juice on this lady. Seriously.
I want to be okay. I AM OKAY. Really. *deep cleansing breath*
I'm not.
...thousand.


My Aunt Pizza died on Friday. I found out fifteen minutes ago. She was my mother's college roommate, and our adopted family member. (She's called Aunt "Pizza" because she wanted my first word to be pizza and because I couldn't say her first name when I was little.)
I blame my love affair with V8 juice on this lady. Seriously.

I want to be okay. I AM OKAY. Really. *deep cleansing breath*
I'm not.





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