Today, my tears sting like lemon juice when it gets you in the eye. They're plump and they're jumping off my face.
I love Max; I want to eat marmalade off his toes and gargle with his giggles. Lately, he cries when I put my jacket on; he must wonder where I'm going and if I'm coming back.
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