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chicago   dinner  

Continued from Part 1: I see the waitress approaching from across the room, the key bouncing on the chain about her neck as she strides toward our table. No! Wait! I need more time! A few minutes to p


chicago   dinner  

You knock on the bathroom door. "Are you ready to go, pet? I'm getting hungry." I look once more in the mirror, nervous that everything will be obvious to anyone giving more than a casual glance. But


dinner   out   with   daddy  

Laying there in his arms I feel so calm and loved. I hope that everyone in life has the chance to connect with someone this deeply. Daddy had once said that it was rare to find someone that shares and


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