it's almost perfect. today was alright. school was ok. For some reason I kept looking around and finding myself in *your arms. I kept hearing *you tell me how beautiful I am. It was great. Church didn't go so good tonight. The little 7th grade girls in my class wouldn't stop talking. My husband threw sissors at one girl and she wouldn't stop
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