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Friday, May 16, 2014
The Language of Love
I love the Captain and can't imagine sailing into the sunset without him. But there comes a time in a woman's life when romance is best when you don't know what they're saying. Join me at the Huffington Post and take a cruise down the river of forgotten toenail clippings.
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My husband can curl my toes by speaking to me in Italian - i know what you speak of!
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