When Bill is home things fall into place like he was never gone. I have another week with him and then he is off again and I hate remembering that. I hate remembering that soon I will be alone in my bed again. I hate remembering that he won't be riding to day care in the mornings with me. I hate remembering that I don't have to pick up all his socks off my bedroom floor. I hate remembering that I have no one to laugh with in bed.
I wish I could just forget all that.
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Bill and Candra
This is the true story of two people told in a series of journal entries through time.
Bill and Candra
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