I am a New Englander, a Southerner, my own woman, Rex's daughter, a quivering mass of contradictions. Nothing here means any more or less than you want it to mean. This and a buck fifty will get you coffee. But it's me. And I really like that.
It's official. He won't be coming down off the hill, cigarette clenched between his teeth, whiskey in one hand and that rolling laughter booming out before him.
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=( I was just commenting on the other post. I'm so sorry. So sorry.
Thinking of you honey. Hugs
I'm here if you need anything.
It sucks when you see the news become all too relevant to someone you know.
I am so sorry. This week, you were there for me with my brother. I wish this was as fixable as my brother's eye. I'm listening.
Hold tight to Lithus when he gets back, not like you need me to tell you that.
*hugs**hugs**hugs*
I'm sorry. Hugs all around. I wondered.
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