February 12, 2013
Dear Dearest,
I love you. I worry about your job though. I would like to point out if you'd put up your towels like I had asked last night, you would not have to scream at me this morning for one. It was folded neatly on the back of the couch.
I miss you, Dearest. I wish I could hug you right now.
Love,
Your Wife
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
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