Reminiscing

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It’s funny the things I remember.

How a simple “aw” crossed someone’s mouth early in summer and made me blush.
How nervous I was that one Friday night but then I leaned my weight into the door after I closed it because I was afraid I would faint from ecstasy.
How my heart would skip a beat every time a certain act was done.


It’s amazing how life throws you off balance like that.

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  1. CatherineFriday, September 29, 2006 7:41:00 PM

    You don't understand how to blog at all.

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  2. MarthaMonday, October 09, 2006 4:00:00 PM

    Don't listen to our Crazy Sister. I like your blog. And regarding the one post from early in September...it's true! Just because there are similarities doesn't mean you should be friends with that SBW. Stuff like that is weird...totally IBNA!

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