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Walking to the Chair

Walking to the Chair. The somewhat bumpy journey that is my life. Eight years, two months and twenty eight days. The lessons we learn. I am 31 years old, wonderfully funny, Teacher Hen to 13 adorable chickens, child of the King, daughter of wonderful parents and friend to many. View my complete profile. Thursday, May 27, 2010. Yes, I am sad. I am not overeating right now, so I am stuck feeling the feelings. And it sucks. And STBX has a lawyer to represent him in the divorce. What the hell for? This is ju.

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Walking to the Chair. The somewhat bumpy journey that is my life. Eight years, two months and twenty eight days. The lessons we learn. I am 31 years old, wonderfully funny, Teacher Hen to 13 adorable chickens, child of the King, daughter of wonderful parents and friend to many. View my complete profile. Thursday, May 27, 2010. Yes, I am sad. I am not overeating right now, so I am stuck feeling the feelings. And it sucks. And STBX has a lawyer to represent him in the divorce. What the hell for? This is ju.

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