a certain amount of hugs

On the weekend my bestie and I made a cubby house. We sat inside drinking wine and telling ghost stories. She's gone to Christmas Island for a month, volunteering and teaching asylum seekers English, which I think is a very noble thing to do. She's a noble kind of person. I'm trying to think of that instead of missing her.

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The Boy is back after a week away. I missed him. Here he is cooking, he cooks delicious food. Incredible good cook, and my waistline shows it.

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Here he is again. He doesn't like photos much, can you tell? Sometimes he laughs when I take photos of things on the street or my lunch, but I don't mind.

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I'm glad that my favourite people are taking it in turns to be away. I need a certain amount of hugs in my life.