Eva Tipps

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The front door slams, and I wish I could take it back . . . the moment . . . the day . . . the year. But no matter how much you wish it, time marches on, minute by minute, day by day, leaving you stumbling on with it, along with every regret and mistake you’ve ever made.
Where Butterflies Wander
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