Spitball Army

I need you, Darling, every moment.

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I’m so anxious to have you home, Honey. Dreamed about you last night. Can’t tell you about it as it was rather mixed up – but you were there & that’s what counts.

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That night, I experienced an extremely vivid nightmare wherein rows and rows of fruit trees marched in formation toward me, hurling rotten tangerines and dirt clods at my head while “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” roared in the background.

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