04 April 2008
Love
He loves my thighs. I hate my thighs. I probably can't live without him. Our dogs are best friends. We feel like family. One time we didn't talk for three weeks, and I realized that I probably can't live without him. We cook, we laugh, we sing, we snuggle, we read, we grow, we talk, we match. I just can't live without him.
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