Happy Friday the 13th
Dearest Deborah,
Happy Friday the 13th. I left you warm and secure in the house this morning. Hope you liked the grits and smoked fish. Hope the kids got off to a great start. Tried to call you when I arrived at work, but there was no answer. Guess you took the kids to school.
It’s cold outside and it’s cold in my classroom. I’m still wearing my coat. Hope the weather thaws and we can take a walk later. What’s a little superstition between friends.
This is the perfect weather for lovers to walk down the street, the leaves changing colors, the air free of discomforts, and everything just perfect. When I’m with you, that’s how I feel—just perfect. Some words you cannot say enough. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
Perfect.
Love always and forever, Michael
Happy Friday the 13th. I left you warm and secure in the house this morning. Hope you liked the grits and smoked fish. Hope the kids got off to a great start. Tried to call you when I arrived at work, but there was no answer. Guess you took the kids to school.
It’s cold outside and it’s cold in my classroom. I’m still wearing my coat. Hope the weather thaws and we can take a walk later. What’s a little superstition between friends.
This is the perfect weather for lovers to walk down the street, the leaves changing colors, the air free of discomforts, and everything just perfect. When I’m with you, that’s how I feel—just perfect. Some words you cannot say enough. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
Perfect.
Love always and forever, Michael
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