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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Day 3 by L
My first love... That's a tricky one. I'm gonna go with books. Ever since I was my boy's age I have loved books - it started with eating them, then it was a fascination with pictures, then the awe of finally knowing what the words meant, then the memories of reading with my grandma while my brother acted out the story, to the magic of my own imagination in making me a part of the story to now having a thirst for knowledge and a never-ending want for more... (which of course leads to a nightly scolding from my husband saying "will u turn off the damn light?"
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My first love was my penis...it started At young age over years we have still remained close
b
You know, Les, I've let my reading habit slip badly. The last book I read was so hard to put down that I was a zombie at work...I have to figure out a way to not require 8 hours of sleep a night. Is there a book about that?
i'm sure there is but i haven't found it yet - i just suffer through it...
and B - why does that not surprise me?
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