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I hate not having a hug when I get home... but I love staying in my PJs all day on Saturday, no makeup, no fuss, no bother I hear ya! I really miss the hugs, the quiet conversations, the intimacy 
You are very welcomed.
back atcha Taz Thank you 
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
The quiet solitude of morning in your house smells of the essence of your touching care The silence does not purify a home of life but accentuates each item like a snapshot. Flashes of choices your character has made freeze into an album of pictures without you. The missing person is obvious but undefined. I sleepwalked thru in a curious dreaming. When your man arrives, you will increase. I cannot imagine boxing up these things to lock your individuality away for a union, but we willingly trade gems for rainbows; needing constant loving life over pictures, trading what once was for tickets to paradise. |
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
The quiet solitude of morning in your house smells of the essence of your touching care The silence does not purify a home of life but accentuates each item like a snapshot. Flashes of choices your character has made freeze into an album of pictures without you. The missing person is obvious but undefined. I sleepwalked thru in a curious dreaming. When your man arrives, you will increase. I cannot imagine boxing up these things to lock your individuality away for a union, but we willingly trade gems for rainbows; needing constant loving life over pictures, trading what once was for tickets to paradise. Beautiful, I have a tear in my eye. 
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Beautiful, I have a tear in my eye.
You're welcome, my friend.
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Beautiful, I have a tear in my eye.
You're welcome, my friend.
 
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
The quiet solitude of morning in your house smells of the essence of your touching care The silence does not purify a home of life but accentuates each item like a snapshot. Flashes of choices your character has made freeze into an album of pictures without you. The missing person is obvious but undefined. I sleepwalked thru in a curious dreaming. When your man arrives, you will increase. I cannot imagine boxing up these things to lock your individuality away for a union, but we willingly trade gems for rainbows; needing constant loving life over pictures, trading what once was for tickets to paradise.
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I love the solitude and quiet of the day time to come and go as I please. I hate the nights without someone to cuddle with and talk to and do things together.
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Kewl Beans DeepHeart. I like it.
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
Sometimes you just have to pamper yourself 
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
Sometimes you just have to pamper yourself
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I don't like how quiet my house is but I do like doing as I please and not having some tell me to put something away!
The quiet solitude of morning in your house smells of the essence of your touching care The silence does not purify a home of life but accentuates each item like a snapshot. Flashes of choices your character has made freeze into an album of pictures without you. The missing person is obvious but undefined. I sleepwalked thru in a curious dreaming. When your man arrives, you will increase. I cannot imagine boxing up these things to lock your individuality away for a union, but we willingly trade gems for rainbows; needing constant loving life over pictures, trading what once was for tickets to paradise.
loved that! |
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I like the cat!!
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Comming home after work, whatever, to an empty apt. hmmmm I can't remember the good things. There must have been some at one time! |
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maybe just a salad wood help........
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maybe just a salad wood help........ Is salad wood like balsa wood, but not as stong? 
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maybe just a salad wood help........ Is salad wood like balsa wood, but not as stong?
   
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maybe just a salad wood help........ Is salad wood like balsa wood, but not as stong?
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maybe just a salad wood help........ Is salad wood like balsa wood, but not as stong?
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