My Battered Valentine

[velare]

First it was the kitchen table. That large, beautiful wooden number that filled out the petite dining room and made such a grand display as it divided the living room from the kitchen. And then the den upstairs slowly started to filter out. People flitted in and out to and from stopping by, speaking Spanish asking to see the spoils.

And then

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[anonymous]

:*( I should have jumped in your back pocket before you left. I'm thinking of you and you'll make it through, you are very strong. Love and Miss you.
(And it took me all night to catch up on your journal) I was behind by about a whole year how did that happen! You know where I am if you need me...on the sofa eating king's hawaiian sweet rolls waiting for your call.
Kendra