I am but the L.O.V.E. of my life. The only guy I was ever truly in L.O.V.E. with. Was tragically murdered by his so called doctor. Back in late June of 2009. And I am still in a constant state of deep depression and mourning. I still so very much wish I had went with him. On that horrible day. :boohoo
Yes and I was also thirsty. Which is why I went upstairs to get some ice tea to drink. And some potato and macaroni salads to eat. Along with some season cubed potatoes that my mother made.
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