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...her. I can not deny her, holding back from her, or deceive her upon such a smile as hers to me. Her leaving plays upon my mind like some image from a movie, over and over, slower and slower, disecting every frame to remember it better I have done. That last kiss, last embrace, last look keeps me moving towards the 'coming home'. I miss her. I miss her pure and simple in everything I see and do....

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