My throat tighting shocks me and before i know it I'm crying. Reading Andrews journal made me cry. ( i didnt even know that he wrote in his) Sometimes I want to go back to him. Not just go back..run back..flee back to him. Back to his loving arms where im safe in his control. I miss his strong arms and his wonderful thoughts of me. The french toast
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