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Oct 2014
Why on earth are there creases, wrinkles and criss-crossing on the left side ofΒ the bed?
I thought you left with a goodbye stained into unfinished black coffee made before vocal cords woke up to say Good Morning.
And that was more than all the time (years, months?) ago, it's more thanΒ my fingers can ever count.
Hey hey hey!
I finally wrote in a new journal! Eeeeek! :') I am so excited as to what I'll fill the pages with.

I hope you, you and you have a lovely day/night! xo
Amanda
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Amanda  Melbourne
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     Megan Grace, L and Amanda
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