annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd...every text I get, I think it's from Blair.
but of course...it is not.
And so, I walk by his house and resist the urge to:
1. Throw a brick through his living room window
2. Circle the block
And I stop myself...each time. Because, that is not cute.
I think to myself...
Who is this woman and what has she done with Nina.
Or maybe I should ask questions the day I don't stop myself and either have to explain a hole through someone's window or why the cops are called for a prowler.