I went to turn the kitchen light off as I was exiting. I reached out to swing for the switch, and touched the wall on the opposing side of the it. I automatically recalled doing this often at my mom's house thinking it was my dad's, and vice versa (during the time I had a custody schedule).
It's funny the things you remember, or rather, do not forget.
But I did forget; that my father has since moved, and I am completely unaware to the location of the light switch at his current residence.
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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