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Well, I let the cat out of the bag. I told Katharine that I love her last night. I suppose I've felt that way for quite some time now, but I couldn't find the words. In the end, when I tried to tell her how she makes me feel, "I love you," was the only thing I could think to say that scratches the surface of what she makes me feel. I told her, and then I kissed her, and then we held one another for a long time. What a great weekend I've had, indeed. Later. Old Stuff  |
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