How to be in love with a writer
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Last published Thu, Jan 2, 2025
If you didn't notice, this is about to be going crazy... and I mean crazy. If there ever was a time of getting to breath through it, I wouldn't have noticed. Time, life and all the things surrounding us are very different when you are in a somewhat relationship with a writer. So, this is not really the story of an easy and kind life.
This is the story of my husbands death. And all the things after the storm.
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