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			<title>Please review my new site</title>
			<link>http://www.sexualforums.com/blogs/tanyroy5/please-review-my-new-site-480/</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 12:30:07 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Here is my new site for Mumbai escorts (http://www.eilasharma.com/) URL: eilasharma.com/ 
    
  What do you think? Do you like it? please give me reviews ..  
    
  Thanks</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Here is my new site for <a href="http://www.eilasharma.com/" target="_blank">Mumbai escorts</a> URL: eilasharma.com/<br />
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  What do you think? Do you like it? please give me reviews .. <br />
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  Thanks</div>

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			<title>Kindly review my site ...</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 12:29:04 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Hello friends, 
    
  Kindly review my new Mumbai escorts (http://www.tanyaroy.com/) Website –  
tanyaroy.com/ 
  Your comments and suggestions are required to enhance it better. 
   
pls comments...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Hello friends,<br />
   <br />
  Kindly review my new <a href="http://www.tanyaroy.com/" target="_blank">Mumbai escorts</a> Website – <br />
tanyaroy.com/<br />
  Your comments and suggestions are required to enhance it better.<br />
  <br />
pls comments if you like the website.<br />
   <br />
  Warm regards,<br />
  Tanya Roy</div>

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			<title>Love this blog on these forums never seen both on one.</title>
			<link>http://www.sexualforums.com/blogs/chelsey/love-this-blog-on-these-477/</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 18:10:38 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Being able to have a blog on this forums site is freaking awesome I have never seen the ability to do both on one site before. 
  
I am planning on posting some pics and writings some hot stories for...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Being able to have a blog on this forums site is freaking awesome I have never seen the ability to do both on one site before.<br />
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I am planning on posting some pics and writings some hot stories for all you to read. But for now going to test this out and see how it goes for my first blog post.</div>

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			<title>Sweet!</title>
			<link>http://www.sexualforums.com/blogs/essene/sweet-476/</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 15:33:13 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[" *Dear associate,* 
 *The  bank  directors mandated me to look for any known relation of our late  client who deposited a enormous amount of money in our bank without  claim; I don’t want this money...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>&quot; <b><i>Dear associate,</i></b><br />
 <b><i>The  bank  directors mandated me to look for any known relation of our late  client who deposited a enormous amount of money in our bank without  claim; I don’t want this money to go into our treasury as unclaimed  bills, the banking law and guidelines here stipulate that if such money  remains unclaimed after eight years, I am authorized to  preparing  documents officially to prove that this money have been transferred to  out treasure, this will be between me and you, the request of  foreigner    is occasioned by the fact the depositor was a foreigner,<b> In  appreciation of your assistance, I request you send to me your direct  phone number for easy communication, and reply me through my private  email address (Email Address removed) </b><b>for more confidentiality, waiting to read from you soon,</b></i></b><br />
 <b><i>Thanks,</i></b><br />
 <b><i><font color="#2A2A2A"><font face="Tahoma">(Name removed)</font></font></i></b>&quot;<br />
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<font color="Magenta">I can finally pay for Med school without having to take out loan-after-loan. I'm SO glad and deeply indebted now.</font> <font color="Magenta">I'm happy I got this -pm-. I was about to sell a kidney (though it may not go for too much now'a days) before I read this. Seriously. I was on the chopping block about to ingest some cheap and probably lethal anesthesia in the Camen Isle.</font></div>

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			<title>Being the husband of a redhead</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 02:06:39 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Why not, I've been around here, and it's been aday where I need to have a monologue out loud, but since this is something I'm writing which will be read by more than just myself, I'll have to start...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Why not, I've been around here, and it's been aday where I need to have a monologue out loud, but since this is something I'm writing which will be read by more than just myself, I'll have to start with background. Those who want to skip ahead to the story, I typically skip 2 lines after the last paragraph of my rambling manifestos where I make a major transition, such as ending my background and beginning to make my main point.<br />
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So here's some of my story about my wife and I, what my objectives and limitations are in posting here, and some of the deeper meaning behind my user name. My wife is a natural Scottish redhead, although her redheadedness actually traces from German ancestors apparently. That should be the obvious part of the meaning of my user name. With that said, it's my general practice to not reveal anything sufficiently specific that we can be identified by anyone that knows us. I assume that the detail I share is still going to apply to so many people in the world that it's not very specific.<br />
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More specifically, though, there might be more about us that plays into who we are which I might count as behavior some would expect to be stereotypical of a redheaded woman. My wife, particularly when we met, had an exceptional sexual appetite and quite a temper. At the risk of stating the obvious, these are stereotypical redhead traits. Just giving more of the intended meaning behind my user name.<br />
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Perhaps some of the character of our interactions are that we have very different personality traits - in a Taoistic view this might be yin and yang I guess, but I only know a little about that from a single asian culture class that was taken to meet a degree requirement. But back to us - she's the youngest of her sisters and was close in age to her next oldest sister, I was the oldest child of my parents and not close in age to my younger sister. She's never had the occasion to live on her own or work a conventional job, where I've gone to college out of state and held full time jobs before meeting her. My parents have never been divorced, and her mom was. By the time I met her, I owned 6 cars (mostly projects. That's ownership at that point in time, there were more that I'd owned and sold long before) whereas she hadn't even gotten a driver's license (because as an early teen she was in an accident where her best friend died)<br />
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So. With all that stated, we've been through a lot together. I can't deny that the sexual energy she had when we first met had a lot to do with my interest in her, but that has had its ups and downs. Usually, when my sexual energy is up is makes hers go down and that was the case over the holidays... It got to the point that I backed off because I was losing interest, and after the holidays were over it seemed that her sexual energy started coming back.<br />
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That's where the unexpected comes in. I can honestly say she was doing everything I wanted and I enjoyed it. But, some might say this comes with turning 40, but in my view there must be some deeper biological explanation.. I'm now experiencing performance issues.<br />
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Today I saw my doctor. Honestly the outcome I'm after is finding the root cause... Something like an arterial blockage that needs to be fixed or whatever is an outcome that would have more appeal than &quot;You need viagra, here you go.&quot; Well, the latter is what I got. Aside from blood test results which I'll probably only hear about if I ask or if I have a baked potato where I'm supposed to have blood.<br />
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If there was a question, I guess it would be how this kind of thing has affected other relationships for those that have gone through this... Both ways, I'm pondering the financial worthwhileness of ED meds - and working with what I have isn't off the table, so wonder how it worked out for those that didn't go for the drugs.<br />
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If there was a point, I think that for those that haven't gone through this, I'd hope that maybe it's worth pointing out that some might take a look at what they take for granted.</div>

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			<title>Just cant wait till that day comes</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 15:34:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[It all started about 10 year back i use to hook up wit this girl one night while she was pullin & sucking my cock she started to play wit my anal hole & before long she was stickin a finger up there...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>It all started about 10 year back i use to hook up wit this girl one night while she was pullin &amp; sucking my cock she started to play wit my anal hole &amp; before long she was stickin a finger up there it was fucken very good &amp; use to make me cum in a diff way i stop see her about a year later from then on i would have a play around wit my anal hole from time to time then for a while there i thought i better stop this becuz i dont want to be gay but over the last few years i have really got back into it as for the gay part well i know now that this doesnt make someone gay &amp; if someone wants to think that i couldnt care one bit i know i am not at all i love pussy more then anything but i also love giving myself full on anal prostate orgasms over &amp; over i watch girl on girl porn while i fuck myself wit a big dildo &amp; milking my prostate giving myself full body orgasms that you wouldnt belive</div>

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			<title>people say I need an attitude adjustment.</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 23:51:23 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[They say I'm a bitch. But, really, I'm only a bitch to those  I don't like. I'm really a cool person, if you don't piss me off. As long you aren't an idiot, I'm ok. Because there are no stupid...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>They say I'm a bitch. But, really, I'm only a bitch to those  I don't like. I'm really a cool person, if you don't piss me off. As long you aren't an idiot, I'm ok. Because there are no stupid questions in this world, only stupid people.<br />
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So BECAUSE I piss people off, they enjoy gossiping about me. And really, the stuff you heard about me may be true, but it maybe just as fake as the bitch that told you.</div>

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			<title>One crazy night</title>
			<link>http://www.sexualforums.com/blogs/lokiita_kryptonite/one-crazy-night-468/</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 04:59:18 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>So I got bored...and an old FWB got back in touch with me. We decided to hang out for a bit. It was a little akward a first so we decided to get some vodka.  
We went back to my place and started...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><font face="Impact"><font size="5">So I got bored...and an old FWB got back in touch with me. We decided to hang out for a bit. It was a little akward a first so we decided to get some vodka. <br />
We went back to my place and started drinking and listening to music. He started telling me all his deepest and darkest secrets. We basically talked about everything possible. He told me how awesome I was and how even though we started as fwbs he would date me....just spilling his guts for no reason. *side note this is the bmx kid from my very first blog entry on this site.*<br />
Anyway though, he definitely wanted another shot of being inside me again because he came so fast the other times. He told me how good my pussy is and I'm like any pussy is good pussy to a guy but he explained very thoroughly how untrue that statement is. The drunker he got though, the more he just kept telling me I'm the only one that does that to him. The drunker I got the more I wanted him.<br />
Now he asked me was I seeing anyone. I told him no. I asked him the same and he told me &quot;no girlfriends take up too much time&quot; and he was focusing on his writing.<br />
He kisses me once and I pull away. He kisses me again...clothes come off...my pussy is dripping...he tastes me...then he fucks my mouth and in about 1.2 seconds :) cums all over my face. Then he bends me over and fucks me from the back but it ended very soon as well because he nuts so quick with me.<br />
He was basically wore out but still talking to me about everything on his mind about life marriage and having kids. Soon it comes time where is supposed to catch a ride home with his friend but he is too messed up to even walk. <br />
He hands me his phone tells me to call his friend or his friend's girlfriend. I do and basically I found out he was crashing at my place that night. The phone rings though and I think it might be his ride....WRONG!....it was his girlfriend!<br />
I spoke to her and told her I was his friend and he was ok and told her nothing else that happened. She was freaking out a bit but I couldn't blame her. She asked me if I could wake hime up so she could speak to him but he would not even try to talk. I tried to get him to call her back but he wouldn't. I got frustrated and went to my room.<br />
Later that night I hear him up and on the phone. I stayed in my room on the room with my boyfriend :O ...I know I lied too...In the morning I hounded the hell out of him to see when his ride would pick him up. It seemed like he was not going any where. Finally I just decided to invite my boyfriend over (who knew nothing of what really happened that night) over to 1.get him out of my house and 2. get him back for lying (even though I lied to)...<br />
Either way he left super fast with his head kind of down and wouldn't even look at me...<br />
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Very long story short my fwb is gone for good...and I don't know what to think of the whole situation.<br />
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			<title>Addicted to Cum</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 04:06:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I love to watch guys jerk off and bust a huge load. It feels amazing all over my face and body. I really like to see the bukkakes when watching porn. Does anyone else share the same desires? Just...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><font size="5">I love to watch guys jerk off and bust a huge load. It feels amazing all over my face and body. I really like to see the bukkakes when watching porn. Does anyone else share the same desires? Just wondering:P</font></div>

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			<title>Hazel Tucker</title>
			<link>http://www.sexualforums.com/blogs/essene/hazel-tucker-465/</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 12:23:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I am shocked at how extremely feminine this person is.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I am shocked at how extremely feminine this person is.</div>

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			<dc:creator>Essene</dc:creator>
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			<title>Depression Pt. 2</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 11:46:45 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I am not starting a new topic to make friends or present a salutatory gesture. 
 
I've been depressed for quite some time.  
 
Depression. Where the person afflicted with the disease is the architect...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><font color="Magenta">I am not starting a new topic to make friends or present a salutatory gesture.<br />
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I've been depressed for quite some time.</font> <font color="Magenta"><br />
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Depression. Where the person afflicted with the disease is the architect of their own dismay.</font> <font color="Magenta"><br />
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Well, I’ve built mausoleums. I don't have a reason to be depressed at  all. My life is great. I have good parents. This must see like a slap in  the face to those who have real problems (and for that I apologize). I  still have the feelings that are associated with depression regardless  of how good I have it.</font> <font color="Magenta"><br />
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Sometimes it’s like you’re breathing JUST to secure another minute in  life in case JUSTt one of your hopes will come to fruition. And every  time you exhale, the daunting reality is that, no- it won’t.</font> <font color="Magenta"><br />
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When a smile is just the paint on a canvas otherwise morose. Yes- I know that, that is a fragmented sentence.</font> <font color="Magenta"><br />
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It’s like, how do you keep telling yourself there’s no fire when you’re  watching it slowly engulf everything around you. Inching toward your  certain doom. And then you smile. And the fire inches away for a little  while, or you drink, or do drugs, or just WISH the feeling away, and you  forget that heat exists. But ignoring the problem only causes more  anguish when one returns to their senses. The fire BLAZES with  vindictive vengeance. In your dreams, it makes every bad situation seem  real and leaves you gasping for air or scared. Perhaps it's even  surreal; a lucid dream. A compilation of sorrow. Despair. And pain. 					 					</font></div>

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			<title>stupid warnings.</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2011 23:52:22 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[On my Frisbee, it says "Caution:May contain SMALL PARTS." 
 
So after I had a good laugh, I went around looking at warning labels. I found several stupid ones. 
 
Curling Iron "Only intended for...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>On my Frisbee, it says &quot;Caution:May contain SMALL PARTS.&quot;<br />
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So after I had a good laugh, I went around looking at warning labels. I found several stupid ones.<br />
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Curling Iron &quot;Only intended for external use!&quot; What, was I going to curl my tongue?<br />
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A bag of grapes &quot;Please store in a cool section of a refrigerator.&quot;<br />
Yes, I keep parts of my refigerator warm.<br />
-_____-<br />
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			<title>Soul Vacation</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 09:44:07 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>It has started to snow. Fairy-tale like snowflakes fall slowly and softly  as winter settles on me. Powdery flakes brush against my face and melt  as they meet tears I didn’t know were even there....</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><font color="Red">It has started to snow. Fairy-tale like snowflakes fall slowly and softly  as winter settles on me. Powdery flakes brush against my face and melt  as they meet tears I didn’t know were even there. Its midnight and I’m  lonely but the darkness cannot capture everything. I walk the avenues- I  reach a Square. Lights and floating sounds of music – the colors of  life arrive out of nowhere. Here winter keeps her distance. It’s the  place to find on any weekend in any town anywhere. It’s the place to go  lift ones soul. To find refuge. Think of this: Low clouds reflect the  the square’s golden glow and the sky seems near- near enough to reach  out and touch. The world is so real and so beautiful – street musicians,  vendors and shoppers. People everywhere, doing everything and nothing.  The atmosphere is rhythmic and brilliant. It touches the heart.<br />
 Go there.  Go to the Square nearby. Go to an all night cafe.<br />
 Go for a Soul Vacation   </font></div>

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			<title>Idiots these days...</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 08:12:36 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[So, the other day I got hit by a car. 
Not hard, but hard enough to get a few bumps and bruises, and I have to wear a leg brace. 
I tell my friend "Sooo, I got hit by a car." 
And she says "Ohmigod!...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>So, the other day I got hit by a car.<br />
Not hard, but hard enough to get a few bumps and bruises, and I have to wear a leg brace.<br />
I tell my friend &quot;Sooo, I got hit by a car.&quot;<br />
And she says &quot;Ohmigod! Did you die?&quot;<br />
WHAT THE FUCK??? USE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN!!<br />
Because yes, I am dead, which is why I am standing in front of you, telling you what happened.<br />
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And then there are those <br />
Thaat Tyyppee Likee Thiss Aand Itss Reaallyy Annoyyinngg.<br />
Fucking learn how to type!<br />
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Just felt like ranting. There is a lot more I could say, but I get the feeling no one really cares.</div>

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			<title><![CDATA[Today I'm missing 2 very special people!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 20:04:19 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Today I am missing two people that have made a huge impact in my life. 
 
21 years ago my Aunt was cremated (committed suicide on 12/18).  Her daughter in her horrific time tried to remember when my...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Today I am missing two people that have made a huge impact in my life.<br />
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21 years ago my Aunt was cremated (committed suicide on 12/18).  Her daughter in her horrific time tried to remember when my birthday was so NOT to have her mother cremated on &quot;my&quot; day.  For whatever reason my cousin choose my birthday, to have this done.  It has been a very hard learned lesson for me.  NEVER TAKE THE TIME WE HAVE ON THIS EARTH FOR GRANTED!  I'm not exactly happy that she was cremated on this day but I don't feel badly, I feel honored.  My cousin tells me almost every time that we talk that I am SO much like her mother that it is truly an honor to me.  I know that sounds strange but it really is.  Somehow that she was put to rest today was the reality for me that I will never take ANY day for granted.  I really try to tell each person that I truly care and love each time I interact with them.  I also believe that 2 years ago, my Aunt sent me an angel in my Grand daughter Kyrie....Thank you for that!  <br />
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I remember my Aunt like she was still here!  I will never forget her zest for life.  She found the GREAT things in everything!  She was always positive, always had a smile.  Had so much faith in everyone and everything that I really wish that it were true that I was just like her.  I am in many ways because she was a great role model for me.  I love you Aunt Janet...Always remembered and never forgotten!<br />
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Today 5 years ago a dear friend of mine (and T's) passed away from cancer.  I first met him when I had bought my first home after my divorce.  He was a bit scary...but I came to truly love him in a way that I've never quite loved someone before, along with a respect that I didn't know existed in me.  He accepted me for who I was, never made any judgments, loved life and his family more than anything!  I became to call him and his wife &quot;Dad and Mom&quot;.  I sat proudly next to Mom during his Memorial service as T sat up at the alter (he sang at the service).  T and I watched him slowly fade away from a strong man to a weak soul.  Gay, you will always be in my heart, you will always be with me!  <br />
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You both are truly missed so much but also make me realize so much more than you will ever know that life is truly a gift that each of us never knows when will be snatched away from us.  Take each day, live it to the fullest.  Never take your loved ones for granted.  Love always!<br />
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My oldest daughter lives by the saying &quot;Day by Day&quot; so much so that she has a tattoo of it.  Life is really day by day because we never know when/what day will be our last.</div>

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