When we first started dating, I grumbled about needing a keychain and Dylan gave me the Eiffel Tower. It looked so lovely with my keys (even though I still hated Paris at the time). Since then, I've grown to love France and the idea of going there with him. Slowly I began to cherish the keychain. Whew, am I sappy.
It hath slipped from it's place on my keyring. *sigh* I could replace it, but it costs too darn much to have it shipped. Lost, lost! My precious is lost.
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"No more happy thoughts... Lost... Lost..."
Yes, Bill. We know you've lost your marbles. :) See you tonight for Castle!
nice "my preeeeeccccciiouusssss". Are you going to start biting peoples fingers off next. I sense a birthday just around the corner!
So sorry!!! I remember it in your hands!
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