We don’t get to eat breakfast together most days. The alarm clock goes off, you hit the button a couple of seconds later. You turn, wrap you arm around me as I sink further into the sheets, my chin resting on your forehead and the first smell of the day the sleepy fragrance of your …
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Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.

