Target: A True Story

Awww. . .

This was our Sunday thing. . .

It began our first weekend together and I don’t think in six years we missed all that many.

It took me months to be able to go to Target on a Sunday after Bob left.

Months

Actually, probably over a year.

Or two.

But I found this, and actually laughed.

OK, so it’s 5 am and I don’t have to get up until 7:15, but at least now. . .

I can snuggle my spare pillow and fall asleep smiling.

God damn. . .

I loved that man. . .

Bullsfuckingeye.

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