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No longer makes her heart race, stomach churn, or knees tremble. It is like hearing the door open, and his voice float down the hall as he says, "I'm home."
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
"I love you"
No longer makes her heart race, stomach churn, or knees tremble. It is like hearing the door open, and his voice float down the hall as he says, "I'm home."
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
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