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The problem with having one life is having to choose which life to live. And the problem with soul mates is having to choose which one to love and which to never meet. There has to be a better way. You could be a beekeeper on Mondays, a violinist on Tuesdays, a mother of three on Wednesdays, and the greatest boxer since Ali on Thursdays. On Fridays, your heart would belong to the handsome attorney two doors down. Saturday would come, and you’d fall into the arms of your old Philosophy professor from university. What would you choose to do with all of your Sundays?
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
All of your Sundays
The problem with having one life is having to choose which life to live. And the problem with soul mates is having to choose which one to love and which to never meet. There has to be a better way. You could be a beekeeper on Mondays, a violinist on Tuesdays, a mother of three on Wednesdays, and the greatest boxer since Ali on Thursdays. On Fridays, your heart would belong to the handsome attorney two doors down. Saturday would come, and you’d fall into the arms of your old Philosophy professor from university. What would you choose to do with all of your Sundays?
tiffany-norman
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
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