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a quick question!

This will be a very short post. Maybe the shortest I’ve ever posted… If I have a coupon for my local-ish ‘Used Book Superstore‘ that expires on 6/31/16, does that mean it’s good forever… since 6/31 is never coming… ever… … Continue reading

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fiction friday 31: secret admirer. part 9.

This is part 9 of secret admirer. ♥ [My apologies in advance for the brevity of this installment.] [Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8]

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the truth.

I trust you I believe your words You listen You understand me I open up I give you all of me You whisper But you keep some things Locked inside And I am desperate For the key I want your … Continue reading

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puzzle.

I am a puzzle with thousands of pieces. I may never finish getting myself together and I may lose a few pieces along the way but maybe I’ll only lose the edges not the insides. © what sandra thinks

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weekly perk. #22

I apologize in advance for being such an annoying mom. But I just couldn’t help myself with this.  When I arrived home with the kids after school today (last day), they handed me all kinds of papers and folders and such. … Continue reading

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the end is here.

Today is the last day of school. The kids have a [pointless] half-day. I will be picking them up in a little over an hour. And then I will be with them near-constantly for the next ten weeks. My father-in-law will … Continue reading

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my sun.

You think you are shrouded in darkness but you are my sun. A piece of me… my actual handwriting… I know — I am so revealing. © what sandra thinks

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please stop me.

Caught in a flood rising around me, sneaking above me. But I’ve taken all I can bear. Please don’t let me drown. I cannot swallow anything more. If only you would Stop feeding me pain, taking my love, my kindness, every … Continue reading

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