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The perfect song running...

If reading happy things makes you squimish, please go back about 10 entries.

I'm not sure if I've ever been happy for such a long stretch of time.

I'm not sure if words would ever, ever do justice to this.

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to put him back on the plane.

. . .

And you're thinking, Carie, What are you doing typing if you have this man in your bed right now?

Simple. I had to get out of bed so we would stop touching each other.

I'm going to leave him alone for a little while.

01.18.03 || 8:24 am

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