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Classification always seems slightly beyond our capabilities. "But, Darling, (I asked) *what am I to make of you and me?"* You requested I be patient- that we would wait and see, *"But, Sweetheart, patience is a virtue that never quite made sense to me."*
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
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Classification always seems slightly beyond our capabilities. "But, Darling, (I asked) *what am I to make of you and me?"* You requested I be patient- that we would wait and see, *"But, Sweetheart, patience is a virtue that never quite made sense to me."*
Lucky for you, diligence happens to be one of my strengths.
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
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