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I can hear it calling me back home....
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Spilled out onto the road getting out to go empty my mailbox... only a little rickety. Not yet a word from my fabulous cad temporary boyfriend. As though the pain of parting was just too damn much for him or something... but... well... men... can't be helped.
My hole in the ground is still standing.
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Oh, puuurrrrrfect for first night home vibe.
always and any time....
