I screwed up. Big. And, until next Tuesday, there's really nothing I can do about it. Except stress. A. Lot.
It makes me nauseous...and...I'm pretty all alone in it because I don't want Magnum to stress about stuff. Plus, I hate it when I feel stupid.
That's all I can even write right now.
It'll all turn out for the best.
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