Belongings

One time I came back from a trip and everything was stolen.

I loved it.

I couldn’t find one true thought about needing anything.

As I stood there, Paul, my husband at the time, was very upset. He still believed these things were his, although they already belonged to someone else. He suffered and suffered.

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