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how perfect is our life. yes ours. its all ours.
i love sleepin in his bed until he comes home from lunch and being woken up by his kisses and the whispers in my ear telling me i am beautiful.
i love havin mr and mrs smith playin on the dvd player and you telling me while im half asleep that we need to own it. we. nothing is mine, his, or yours.
its all ours.
i love sleepin in his bed until he comes home from lunch and being woken up by his kisses and the whispers in my ear telling me i am beautiful.
i love havin mr and mrs smith playin on the dvd player and you telling me while im half asleep that we need to own it. we. nothing is mine, his, or yours.
its all ours.