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Going home kills me, every time.

I spend days with you, and I never want it to end.  I miss you from the second I close the car door until I see you again.

It doesn't even matter what we do, as long as I'm there with you.




I'd be so happy if I got to sleep in those arms every night.

So. Happy. If.

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