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Did you know... I always enter your home fearing the worst, praying for the best. I make your bed for you, sometimes I kiss your pillow before I fluff it for the last time. Your bedroom and clothes smell like Moonlight Path, it's a perfume that we shared. It's not your imagination. I spray it before I leave. I clean your bathroom, I muse over your new collection of toiletries, signs of the woman that you are becoming. I stock your pantry and your refrigerator. I pray you are never hungry for food or happiness. I vaccuum, not everytime, but when I do, I wish our past could be as easily erased. I never ever leave your door without locking it and laying a hand on it and praying hard that God will keep you safe.

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