No, wait, shut up Sting. A lute? Seriously?
It's all so good, except it's not, and that's frustrating.
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My Boy is Ten
My friend Heather took this photo a couple of weekends ago. We went for a walk in the woods. It was a bit cold at first, neither my boy nor ...
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I agree with the indecisiveness. It seems good, then not so much. I could turn it off, but then I don't.
Last night I was just a sucker for two people inspiring one another to excel. When did I become such a sponge for predictably written romance?
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