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so she says;






was it just me?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009

i got up to a wednesday. extremely lazy. pulled my hair back with a black band. slapped a little powder and balm on.

stroking the baby's hair. everything just felt right. i am contented with my life. my kind of life.

he walked in, with a man beside him. caught me very offguard. he has this awful long hair down to his shoulders. i think i could almost recognise the pale face like 4 years ago. i spotted a ring at his fourth finger. he gestured the man to his right, his father-in-law. i thought he was jesting around. he gave me a serious look and his father-in-law looked me at and smile.

how time flies.

@1:24 PM