July 13th, 2009. Two-years-minus-one-day after we first met, Dr. Fiance pacing in his pressed oxford and wrinkled khakis at the bottom of the stairs of the Old School’s Boys’ Play Court, grinning when he saw me as if to say: Oh, this is going to be good.
Yes, my thoughts exactly.
Mate Expectations and pink background and fertility peaking in the lightbulb aisle of Target AND the malevolent tchotchke which sent me too into the dark pit. THANKS!
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