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I did not marry a house, I had a life before I lived here in this domain. Nor am I a silent mouse who has no name. I miss the "me' I was before "I" became we. I never spent much time with anyone but me. You and I together twenty-four seven. I like it when you sleep, for than I am in heaven. No ,No! I miss you when your gone, wake up its time to play. I can't get anything done. I miss the adventure of life on the road. Remember the time we almost died. So now I ride alone, well you stay at home. I miss having you by my side. I did not marry a house, I do love my spouse.
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