I still can't do it. I still can't. You all know it, you know it when I sit there and I'm quiet and I stare into my morning coffee with its lacquer oil sitting on top, an easily recognizable scent floating out of the mouth. I can't do it when i glance over papers I'm not supposed to see, the cryptic language of hate I understand. Can't do it when I
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I hope you remember how much I adore you.
Please, don't hesitate to call me, anytime. Don't you remember when I called you at 2:00 in the morning?
I'd love to hear from you.
So much love!
Maureen
P.S. The German boy [whom you never met] asked me to marry him. Haha. Of course, I said yet.
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About last night....
thanks.
"Friend"
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