Yesterday I finally finished the seventh Harry Potter book. That book is quite a tear jerk-er. I’m not afraid to admit that it made me cry lots of time.
My sister told me that I’m weirdly obsessed and that a 29 year old should not be this addicted to Harry Potter. I’m not even 29. But 20 year olds are still allowed. So I will be as obsessed as I want. Which is a lot obsessed.
We’ve grown up together. I’ll never forget my fictional friends.
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