When I see the morning mist, the rain slowly tapping down, grabbing down my warm coat, walking with my cleaning tote, today's a good day so I could hope. Every new day there's a new role, we all must have to play. Some being busy, some pretty slow, just have to manage each days flow. Just have to get up and give it a go.
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Jennifer marie (Pseudonym) (
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