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It's Sunday night...

That time where I REALLY miss Ally.

All throughout the week I think of little things I want to tell her, ask her.

And Sunday evening rolls around and there's nothing I want to say except how much I love her and how much ultimate joy she brings me.

That's all.

And it's everything.

Sweet girl.  Sweet sweet sweet girl.

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