I Still Think It's Too Late (pt 2)

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Ugh. My subconscious has been repressing I guess. I was in the market standing in line and looked at the magazine racks with all the tabloids etc. I scanned over and saw some greeting cards from one of my favorite companies (they do arty stuff), and just started sobbing.

Some poor gal with her baby in a harness in front of me seemed a little uncomfortable for good reason.

Tomorrow is the 35th anniversary of my first date with the W. I would have bought one of these very cards for her. I pulled myself together quickly, but it's going to be hard tomorrow.