I had to let them go.
It was the right thing to do. I didn't want to hold them back, after all. And things between us had been so awkward lately - it was clear they needed their own space.
Still, it's hard. I'd got used to having them around.
What I need is a hobby. Something to take my mind off it.
Maybe gardening.
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3 comments:
An apple orchard, maybe?
what you need to do is start a snake park, precious.
There she goes again....reptiles.
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