109/365 Trudy
I loved her Swiss accent, Swiss chocolates, that she was all kiss-and-giggle with her husband. After he died, her love was still so big, it was tough to get the alone time with her daughter that I needed. Share, I would will. Please share.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:57 AM
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I had a dear friend like that. She disappeared into the misery of a relationship that was ending, and never wanted to talk of anything else. Her love may have been big, but her world became very small.
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