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He's my ******

He makes me laugh like no other...

 

A smile comes onto my face anytime I think of him or see him...

 

The times we have together are truly special; we don't get much...

 

He nonchalantly carries a sledgehammer into work, when it's not commonly seen in a grocery store...

 

 

And he's mine.

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elaine-m-smith
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Aug 8, 2015
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