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	<title>Comments on: wedding gifts</title>
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		<title>By: little sister</title>
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		<description>You Bad Bad person! You made me cry. I cant seem to stop. This is so on point that it hurts. It hits a sore spot in my heart. It is a touching note with lots of feeling in it. And I find the scab over my feelings exposed . This is some thig the 2 boys have done for their grandparents every time we went some where so that they could be with us too. They would place them out in the Japanese garden in the river bed. There were rocks from Europe ,Alaska, Port townsend. Seattle,Texas Friday Harbor. You get the picture. Some times we wanted them to come with us but Grandpa wasen&#039;t into planes and for that matter travel. The hard part is we just sold the farm with the Japanese garden in it and I just realized we dont have any of those rocks opps. Shit</description>
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