jaxon| anniversary

TODAY IS OUR ANNIVERSARY. I presume we will never marry, therefore the idea of an actual anniversary will always be a figment of my hyperactive imagination, but in my own infinity-- this will forever be our anniversary. This day, twelve years ago, you smeared peanut butter on my nose. You were a rather flirtatious five year old child. The issue? I suffered from an acute allergy to peanut butter, peanut oil, and food even manufactured in peanut factories. I would not want to asphyxiate any other way, though.
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a series of notes found in various trash cans