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But the image I wish to remember is one of mischief. There is that
glimmer in her eye, the one that tells you she is up to no good. It gets
easier as time goes on, but my heart is empty, and I have given her so
much of my life that I feel out of sorts trying to figure out where I fit
in my own life. It's a very strange time for me now... and I am glad I
only had to suffer this way once, I am lucky and thankful I will
never have to do it again. |
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