Emily surprised me with a new plant on my birthday. We named her Federika. I thanked Emily a thousand times, all the while thinking, Holy, shit, if this thing dies I am totally f*cked. Please, God, don't let this f*cker die.
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Being single is not worse than being married; in many cases, it is better, but, at the very least, it is just different.
By Pamela Redmond Satran
When I was a kid, the only woman I knew who lived alone was my aunt Margie. Although Margie was nice enough in a peppermin...
One day my (then) boyfriend asked if he could have a little piece of his own real estate in my apartment. "Maybe a drawer?" I think my heart stopped for a second. Not in a good way.
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