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It’s 7:51 am. I lay here wrapped in the leapord print blanket, staring at the last picture of us that hangs across from the bed. I swear I’ve been staring at it all night, as she lays next to someone else. After today, the rest of the memories get packed into a box, forever. 

I pray at least the big things get moved today. Everything else I can shove in my car and move in the little time I have between jobs. Besides the fact, today is the only day I’ll have any sort of help. 

Just an hr of sleep….plz…

 

 

Goodmorning. 

Iloveyou. 

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