“Every time he’s late, I fret ! Every time he slurs a word, or gets tired, or bumps his head, I fret ! I’m about to get married, and I’m afraid. Not of being with him, but of being without him ! I’m afraid he won’t be around to raise this child !”
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stonehearting
Il y a 3 mois on février 20, 2012 at 01:38am