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We have insurance and vehicles can be replaced; people cannot. Do You Love it? Well this post is LONG overdue. I will catch you up to speed in a long story short kind of post. Well the past 9 months have been hell. Heck yes I do! Do I keep writing on it? .
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Custom Painting Before and After Pictures. Sunday, November 9, 2014. Beach Scene On Weathered Fence. Coastal Dining Table and Chairs.
Achieved with tears, faith, hope, pure love, and a lot of medication. Monday, March 22, 2010. This whole experience has been bittersweet, even to the very end. I am blessed and lucky that I finally found my RPL solution. It has brought me two precious, beautiful little boys. But there are still days when I cry over the little ones I have lost. Without their sacrifice I would have never met LP and T. But I am happy that I feel comfortable enough to let go.
Are you smarter than a fifth grader. So you think you can dance. I hate when this happens. I keep forgetting to put this stuff here. So we just sort of carry on, blindly, blissfully happy. Writing a million posts a minute, in endless threads that taper off; and you never really not.
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