She worked daily with the geriatrics and greatly preferred that to working with any other patients.
" They are all so sweet and have such interesting stories. Some of them have led such interesting lives."
He so enjoyed his job at the day care center that he could not conceivably envision any other employment.
" They love 'MY STORIES' and I am positive that they will all grow to have meaningful and fruitful lives."
The clothes they wore had brought an Alpha and Omega aura to permeate their apartment. Lysol, disinfectants, puke, talc, shit, bed pans and baby wipes.
Their day were and their days went, but theirs was a shared passion for cranberry-nut muffins drenched in honey for their tea and for that last possible moment before the closing of the door, in the morning, when they would kiss.
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Are you trying to make me cry?
til the day comes when we dance away across the land twirling and bobbing on an ambient breeze
Can I tell you that I adore your header picture?
Your amazing dude..seriously. :)
You old sap.
And I though I told sad stories.
is this the As The World Turns blog
WTF?
I like the last paragraph. Smiling.
You old romantic you.
She likes to listen to stories and he likes to tell them--perfect match, yes?
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