To Chelsea.
No one would happily greet me when I arrive home.
No one would wait under the dining table for table scraps.
No one would give me the paawa effect look for cornick, chicharon or anything that makes a crispy sound.
No one would block my share of the electric fan in the living room.
No one would sit beside me in the computer room or while I'm ( Read more... )
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