No word today. It’s the 29th. Eight years.
Still miss him.
The godchildren and I are going to spend the afternoon together and then Michael and I are going to have a martini.
No word today. It’s the 29th. Eight years.
Still miss him.
The godchildren and I are going to spend the afternoon together and then Michael and I are going to have a martini.
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