I've been out of town for a few weeks. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath until I lay down on my bed. Ginger, happy to see me, curled up close, insisting I scratch her chin. I could feel my muscles untwist and let all the air leave my lungs. I was home. It's not permanent. I'll be leaving again (most likely for good) in a few days. But the smells and sounds of home are reassuring and comforting.
I
love
my
life.
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after burning her bridges behind her, she slowly swam back to collect her thoughts ..
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life is great. gotta appreciate.
WHOA that rhymed! (hahaha)
you better be leaving in time to get to my party!!!
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this is the first time in 4 years that ive had a party here!!!!
i'm so sorry i'll be missing it. i won't even be leaving here today. i believe i've got the flu :/ have fun and win a game of beer pong in my honor please ;)
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