I finally dug up this photo and scanned it to upload to my blog. There you are, my darling man, my bestest friend ever, in the days when you would come over after work to barbecue for me. I still remember every detail; the hand-picked flowers you you used to buy me at Passion Flowers, how animals always came up to you, how you twitched them toes when you were barefoot watching TV stretched across the floor. And oh what ahand at cooking and head massages you have.
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