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The first thing I do each morning is wonder if you had a better night's seep than I did. I don't sleep much these days, and I know you don't either, even though you don't want to admit it sometimes. I know, though. And each morning when I lay there in a daze I think about how strongly I long to know that you were finally able to experience the "sweet dreams" I told you to have the night before. I've never longed for anything as much as this.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
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The first thing I do each morning is wonder if you had a better night's seep than I did. I don't sleep much these days, and I know you don't either, even though you don't want to admit it sometimes. I know, though. And each morning when I lay there in a daze I think about how strongly I long to know that you were finally able to experience the "sweet dreams" I told you to have the night before. I've never longed for anything as much as this.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
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