Discloser; do I need to say?
Part 3, Okay?
'Rachel, please, just listen to me!' 'No, I hate your guts and I never want to here your stupid excuse, or why he is such a.' 'Okay, I doubt Emma is there then.' 'Yeah, I am such a bad mother that I was gonna say that in front of her.' Apparently at this point I started screaming. 'All I was gonna say is.is that a racoon?' 'Joey!' 'Rachel.he was gonna ask you to marry him.' The phone clicked. The next day, Rachel and I were not in Manhattan, not even New York, and only Monica heard anything from us, after about 2 months. Joey blamed himself, and decided that Rachel had run to New Mexico and been eaten by wild racoons. I still don't understand his freaky fixation with racoons, and Mon tried to convince him that racoons don't eat people, and that we probably hadn't gone to New Mexico anyway. The fact was that we had gone to New England, and I loved it there. My earliest memory was running with a bucket in my hand, into my mothers friends garden in the fall, with wellies on, the crunching of red leaves around my little legs, then falling. I didn't remember my brother, my dad, their friends. I wondered why I didn't have a family, but I was so young I didn't bother much. 2 and a half years I was there until one day there was a knock at the door. How could I forget this, the day I found out who I was. 'Ms. Rachel Green?' 'Yes.' 'Dr. J. Roberts, may I come in?' 'Yeah, what's it about?' 'Your daughter.' 'Really? Well this isn't really a very good time.' 'It is necessary.' 'Why? What's happened?' 'We have been searching for you for quite a while. I'm afraid you are going to have to return to New York city.'
Part 3, Okay?
'Rachel, please, just listen to me!' 'No, I hate your guts and I never want to here your stupid excuse, or why he is such a.' 'Okay, I doubt Emma is there then.' 'Yeah, I am such a bad mother that I was gonna say that in front of her.' Apparently at this point I started screaming. 'All I was gonna say is.is that a racoon?' 'Joey!' 'Rachel.he was gonna ask you to marry him.' The phone clicked. The next day, Rachel and I were not in Manhattan, not even New York, and only Monica heard anything from us, after about 2 months. Joey blamed himself, and decided that Rachel had run to New Mexico and been eaten by wild racoons. I still don't understand his freaky fixation with racoons, and Mon tried to convince him that racoons don't eat people, and that we probably hadn't gone to New Mexico anyway. The fact was that we had gone to New England, and I loved it there. My earliest memory was running with a bucket in my hand, into my mothers friends garden in the fall, with wellies on, the crunching of red leaves around my little legs, then falling. I didn't remember my brother, my dad, their friends. I wondered why I didn't have a family, but I was so young I didn't bother much. 2 and a half years I was there until one day there was a knock at the door. How could I forget this, the day I found out who I was. 'Ms. Rachel Green?' 'Yes.' 'Dr. J. Roberts, may I come in?' 'Yeah, what's it about?' 'Your daughter.' 'Really? Well this isn't really a very good time.' 'It is necessary.' 'Why? What's happened?' 'We have been searching for you for quite a while. I'm afraid you are going to have to return to New York city.'