RJB is gone. He's far away. He is NOT supposed to be thinking of me. He is sooooo bratty yet so incredibly un-bratty. When I got home from work yesterday there was a box sitting on the porch addressed to me. The sender was "TCO". Hmmmmm. Who the H is "TCO"???? I opened it up and here's what it was:
I'm not a cryer, I'm really not. Seriously, I seldom cry. But THIS most definitely induced tears. That RJB!
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