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There are some people who want to be my friend. Perfectly nice people. But if I get a sense in my heart that I am not meant to build (or…
There are some people who want to be my friend. Perfectly nice people. But if I get a sense in my heart that I am not meant to build (or…
This morning I sat on the stairs with Esther. We were just having a cuddle and the stairs seemed as good a place as any. The cuddle went on a…