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stella

just so you'll know, I'm using those dish towels you embroidered for me, the days of the week, little hens holding baskets, a rooster rocking out with a guitar for Tuesday, today is Tuesday, so.

the last conversation we ever had, I was calling you to say thank you for the wedding gift, I said that the towels were much to pretty to actually use, so I put them away, but now that you are gone, I am making good use of them, today is Tuesday, I miss you.

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