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I always hated moving, especially when I made memories and got settled in enough to call it a home, but everything happens for a reason
posted by
PoetikliNclynd
on December 14, 2009 at 3:40 AM
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Sweetie, I feel so sad that the place you had told me long ago...
Of the place you had wished to retire and live, and now it has become such a source of pain for you.
My heart is with you always, no matter where you are, my sweetie.
posted by
Afzal_Sunny7
on December 11, 2009 at 5:56 PM
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