least like to be. I wish I were with you,at your house. Anywhere
would be nicer than here. I feel like crying all of the time. I hate
coming home. It's not that they treat me horrible here,it's that I'm
treated so much better where you are. I'm so glad that I found you.
You're my savior. I never knew what it was like to be happy. We're
out of water again. I probably smell worse than your workboots after
a day of shop and then warehouse work. Worse than your socks did
today. But I even love your nasty socks. I wish I could live with you.
I wouldn't ever be upset. I promise. You'll never read this though. So
I guess you'll never know.
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