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Jill
1/14/2019 04:50:13 am
At one point I held the safety and love of a family within my walls.
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R.B. O’Brien
1/14/2019 06:06:48 am
“I love you,”
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1/14/2019 03:55:27 pm
She walked over the detritus of their broken lives; the place where they had once been happy. It had been their first home. Her hand lovingly stroked the wooden bannister, still smooth after all these years, and relatively pristine compared with the state of its surroundings. She knew exactly when it had all begun to turn sour. It was losing their first child. Greg had never really got over it. His answer had been to drink more, until the days became one long date with the whisky bottle. She had tried to soothe him, and assure him that there would be more children, but he wouldn’t listen.
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1/16/2019 08:04:15 pm
She's not good enough
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