Walking briskly was i, as I came through the doors, and laid eyes upon you. You looked up at me, with the frown being erased by bewilderment, fascination. I clasp my journal every firmer, ever harder to my chest as the pencil slips from my fingertips, like my whispering name slipping from you lips. I feel it like a kiss, I barely hear wood hit the
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I second Kathryn.
The 'I love Nancy' bill has passed.
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As much as cheesecake.
CHEESECAKE.
And dang, that's a lotta luv.
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*lots of love, jill*
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And my title says it all.
I freakin' cried when I lost those glasses.
The pic was taken last year.
I think.
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