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You’d Come Home, Every Night…

You’d come home, every night, and, just before you’d headed into your bedroom, you’d, patted me very gentle on the head… Then, your bedroom door would SLAM!!! And, I’d hugged tightly, onto Teddy, because he was, ALL that I had, … Continue reading

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