Putting compression socks on her swollen feet was like trying to wrangle two suckling pigs into a gunny sack. She laughed at that. I loved to make her laugh. I loved to scare her too. I was getting her back for all those times.
Taking that wide left turn, she would hold onto the door handle. I'd ask why. She was worrie…
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