Emotions are a funny thing. One minute I can be just fine
and the next a flood comes rolling in. You are sitting there asking “do you
want to play Cribbage?” She always beat me at Rummy, and I had a chance with Cribbage,
and she knew it.
I can see you taking your hair down and playing with it. Your
fingers would roll slowly through the roots then you would pull out a few
strands.
I loved the smell of your hair after you would condition it.
So many memories. I love you.
You should be here babe.
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