#gabrielxshaw

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Update us on your life! Job, love, friends, and family.

Well, I got a new job as a barista, and it’s pretty fun. Customers are sometimes rude but oh well. 

Gabe is doing well, he’s getting better, I think. I worry about him.

I don’t know about most of my friends, and I feel bad that I’ve been busy, but communication is a two way street, so that’s not all my fault.

And Milo is doing well with his new book, my mom and dad are renovating the house, and Victoria is still in Chicago as far as I know, which is nice.

Sorry I’m so boring.

[sage-nilsen-blog]

Text: WAIT BEFORE I TELL YOU... Text: are best woman's a thing???? ((((((((((:

Text: GABRIEL!!!!! OMG NO WAY! OMG DID HE?????? OMG OMG OMG ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED!

Text:  IT IS NOW! I AM WEARING A TUX

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Text: I HAVE NEWS!!!

Text: WHAT’S YOUR NEWS?

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Text: Hi best friend!! I have a proposal! Text: I say we have a best friend tent takeover. Would you like to know what this includes? Type yes for details ((:

Text: Hello there

Text: Oh? YES! 

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text: Hey baby! I'm having a sleepover at my flat with Sage so I was just letting you know in case you were making plans to come over and whatnot.

[text] You’re adorable

[text] You two have fun! I’ve got school work to do anyway, if anything I was gonna come over so you could make me food :P

[text] but dont worry about it. I’ll order in

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text: I see you've made our best friendship official from that ask. Lets go somewhere and celebrate!

[text]: Yes! We have to do something extra best friendship-y to commemorate this momentous moment! [text]: any suggestions?

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God Im so in love with you.

Aw, I love you so much, sweets.

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Text: it's you who's going to kill me!! Text: you'll have to find outtt Text: keep them, they look better on you. Even if they are sweats. You look great in everything

[text] no dying. not aloud

[text] ugggghhh, whyyyy?

[text] I wasn’t planning on giving them back, even though they don’t smell like you anymore. Maybe I’ll trade them out with some others