Sometimes I think I must be psychic. I couldn't fall asleep last night and lay on the couch watching the Shopping Network and a Monk rerun until 2 a.m. "Why can't I sleep?" I wondered. "I'm not even dreading work tomorrow."
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Just two more months. If I can just make it through two more months, I'll be in France. In two more months, our wedding will be over and paid for and I can go become a Starbucks barista.
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I love you. Your wedding day will pass so quickly you'll wonder if it was all a dream... Paris in the fall... just two months with a whole lot of love for you in between.
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