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I will not be my parents. For every negative comment they exchange, I will have something positive to say. For every door that slams, I will hold one open. I will not let myself bring unhappiness to the table, then wonder why supper is so bitter.
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
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I will not be my parents. For every negative comment they exchange, I will have something positive to say. For every door that slams, I will hold one open. I will not let myself bring unhappiness to the table, then wonder why supper is so bitter.
rebecca-suzanne
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
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