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wife and i get into an argument and then i finally get toddler to sleep my arms shaking from carrying him my back and neck tight and aching and then we get to fight it out and go to bed mad at each other even though they say you shouldn't do that but when we get up in the morning we get to figure out who's going to mow the lawn By: via poetry falcon
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