marylou
She was not afraid that her home had a haunt. It was an old home, and she could feel the spirits there, and knew they were happy with her presence.
Her coat was wrapped tightly around her as if her life depended on it, as the wind whipped around her legs she didn't remember ever being so cold.
Her life seems to be gridlocked in a time warp of sadness that only she understands, and only she can break. For her life is one that only she knows.
The object of marriage is to commit to a life of love and a building of a life together, where there is trust, friendship, and a forever bond between two.
When she wore her camouflage pants, her sister made fun of her and accused her of being a hillbilly.
Can't keep eating calories without moving or they will add up. I found that out the hard way, and it's not pretty...
She goes round and around in her mind of the right thing to do, and she keeps coming back to the same thing,... him. It always comes back to him.
She tries to remain confident in a world that is so complex, at times she wonders how she has made it thus far. But knowing she has, gives her confidence.
WHen I asked him if he was bringing his supplies, he said, "sum."
Will it be worthwhile to go back to school at my age? Will people be more apt to listen to my words if I have a degree behind my name, rather then remaining the simple person I am right now?
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