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Damn you Pandora, you magically intuitive music machine. I am at work, which means, I can't cry.
How is it that the minute I am done reading an email from M, the most beautifully saddest song starts to play, that I love, love. C'mon, that is just fate, I can't even pick what I want to listen to.
" I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
And I miss you,
I miss you every single day."
--Maria Taylor
And, I do. I miss her every day.
How is it that the minute I am done reading an email from M, the most beautifully saddest song starts to play, that I love, love. C'mon, that is just fate, I can't even pick what I want to listen to.
" I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
And I miss you,
I miss you every single day."
--Maria Taylor
And, I do. I miss her every day.