When I got to Jeremy's this evening, loaded with honey and lemons and nyquil and chocolate, he was all curled on the couch wrapped in a blanket, with a sweatshirt and hood on, with the heat blazing, a painful expression on his face, and a ponytail.
He has taken to wearing a ponytail, although not in the traditional sense. He needs a haircut, and meanwhile his "bangs" are all over his forehead and eyebrows if he doesn't gel it up, so he stole one of my hair-ties and ponytailed the front part into a tiny sticking up palm tree.
It cannot be possible to adore someone as much as I do him.
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