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Bikers Were Painting My Dead Mother’s House Pink At 4AM And I Didn’t Know Any Of Them

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you to know that. Don’t carry guilt for leaving. You had to leave. I understand that now. You had to save yourself. And I had to stay until I could save myself.

We both survived, sweetheart. Just in different ways.

The box has my rings in it. Not your father’s ring. My mother’s ring. And my grandmother’s. They belong to you.

I love you. I loved you every continue reading …

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