Just after Liam left for work, I rolled out of bed, staggered down the treacherous winding stairs of the old Weaver’s Cottage and wandered into the kitchen to make my morning cuppa. I flicked on the kettle and opened the fridge to retrieve the milk, only to find this little note taped to the carton:
Brought a little tear to my cynical eye.
Perking the Pansies 
OMG mine too Jack! How completely gorgeous…he’s a keeper!
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I made him sign a contract (in blood) 😉
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That’s so sweet. Happy Valentine’s Day
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Thank you
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Ah!
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ta for the ah!
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Very sweet!
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I’ve trained him well 😉
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Nice sentiment Jack,the world needs a lot more people being genuinely in love.
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Certainly does.
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. . you could put that to music!
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…a requiem
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Awwwww.
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🙂
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That is just so sweet. ❤
Does he have a brother? 😉
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Yes and happily married, I’m afraid 😉
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