Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
I walked out of the bathroom into my new pajamas, slightly limping.
I watched as Chris did the usual bed fixing routine. I smiled, walking around the bed on my side to help him. I saw him smile, fixing the edges of the set sheets.
“Someone’s limping.”…
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