She had become kind of haggard. Stuff wasn't staying put like it used to. I got tired of trying to make it work; taking her places and making sure she was put together. I imagined how nice a new, fresh one would be; it would smell good, it would be bound well so everything would stay the right place. It didn't take me long to find another one I thought would be better. The picture spurred me on even more. I was so excited when I got the new one. Everything started off fine. It was exciting and new. Eventually though, I started feeling funny, it started feeling strange. Something wasn't right. After 6 months I was done with the new one. It was a bad fit. It wasn't her, it was me. I needed the other one back. She knew me. I knew her. We had been to so many hospitals together too. We had been in a lot of living rooms together. One of the most cherished times we had was at a dear woman's house as the body of her husband lay back in the bedroom, entering g...
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