All to Myself...
Eight years today. Seven anniversaries, seven days that I have marked on a calendar and thought of you. Wished and wondered and hoped...and wanted you back more than I can ever say. I remember your voice, your laughter, your arms and your slippers. I remember your creaky office chair and your mugs full of badges and seed nuts. I remember your
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