not the house life: Box

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Friday, October 15, 2004

Box

Rarely do I see him anymore. When he picks up the children it is only once a month. I shy away. I opened a box of photographs of us. In my hands appear other people. I recall the facts about him: He was funny and smart in college. A great skiier. Sometimes obsessive. Not handsome but carried himself... Sign in to see full entry.

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