I may be a really really simple person for this — but each time he reaches for my hand, nothing else really matters anymore. I feel safe, it feels right, I feel like I can go on like this for a few more years.
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Hello I am Chloe. My perfect Caesar salad is sparingly dressed & without croûtons; loaded with pepper, grated aged cheddar, anchovies & olives; topped with the perfect poached egg. Sleep is my remedy to everything, & coffee is the next best option.
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