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“the languages of love.
mine will be memory. i will remember + record.
b/c i won’t be good at voicing the i love you’s, the kind words. i won’t offer up compliments freely, and i won’t take them humbly. but i’ll remember it all. your shoes. the cut of the light across the floor.”
- meg fee | the wild + wily ways of a brunette bombshell
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