Uhhhhhhhhh, Lydia?? some weirdo with dark floppy hair and a British-Wyoming accent told me to tell you that he loves you and misses you and wants you back and to marry him and be the mother of his two daughters... he was wearing an alien costume and crocs, for some reason.
Oh Jonny, my heart aches for you. But sadly, I’m needed here in Dayton and can’t follow you off to the end of the rainbow.











