My New Love Affair

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Coffee
Everywhere I go now people give me cafe...I'm in love, a little jittery but in love nontheless.

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Laurie said…
This is not a "new" love affair!!! I remember counting down the minutes in Dixie's class until we could RUN to buy our coffee and you also bought your cookies. Don't try to lie... you have had this addiction for a long time!

Love you, Matty!!!
November 17, 2009 at 12:10 PM
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