Don’t you? It’s hard.
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sometimes I forget how to walk
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butter lamb
I do alot of interior monologuing. I have a feeling that you do, too. A lot of my innerspeak is thoughts like: whoa. How STINKING crazy would it be if ( ………… ) happened. And …
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Romance
Some Thoughts on; by Bekah. Anything; Anything. Point being, ladies and gentlemen, there is no set way to woo. There is no formula, though the dry champagne and fresh snickerdoodles and the Bubble Bath are …
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Child-Rearing at its Best
Dear Motherhood, I’m stoked. I think I have pre-maturely figured you out via through sitting on of Babies. And by Babies, I mean one really stellar near-eight year old girl in particular. Her name is …
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Validation; Rejection.
Let’s take a moment to think about how much that looks like a Behind. Okay. So last week, while home, I was eating Chinese with my big Bro Pete. My post-msg fortune read: Chill out …
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there are no words
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skittles
The best lover picks out the red ones and puts them in her hand, enduring the sick murder of purple and greens in his mouth. He suffers for her, and she likes it.
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Riding in Cars with Dad’s
Riding in car with Dad for three hours from Oak Island to Raleigh affords: 1.) An in depth conversation about the fundamental differences between Republicans and Democrats. 2.) A timeline of the Development of …
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Crying While Eating.
To the person, I just stole this From, I am truly Sorry, But I had to. Firmly Press Here
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aHA.