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She stubbed her toe. And she did something about it. Without letting me know. Ended it. I wonder what that means. It was her choice. I will never argue otherwise. And my ego may ask What is it about me that she would so quickly make that choice? Late at night with my head on the pillow I imagine what it would have been like. Pushing a carriage or changing diapers. But the timing was off. And sometimes timing is everything.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
She Stubbed Her Toe
She stubbed her toe. And she did something about it. Without letting me know. Ended it. I wonder what that means. It was her choice. I will never argue otherwise. And my ego may ask What is it about me that she would so quickly make that choice? Late at night with my head on the pillow I imagine what it would have been like. Pushing a carriage or changing diapers. But the timing was off. And sometimes timing is everything.
HarryKelly
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
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