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He's been dead for years. She keeps sending suitors her way. Pouring the salt in an open wound. No, a mom is a mom. She loves her. She wasn't very happy. Hasn't been since the death. His wife is beautiful. And his kids are adorable. Being a nice aunt is the best thing she could do for him, and his wife, and her neice and nephew. Hiding the truth behind her single status will only be the death of her. And she'll paint her life. Slap it onto a canvas. Every bang has a life behind and before it. And her's had barly begun. They stood through her pain, as strangers, and fellow misery followers. The play boy, the child, the father, and the gun slinger. And miss lonely herself.
 Poshdom · Mon Dec 31, 2007 @ 07:18pm · 0 Comments |
