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DATE MEN WHO COMMUNICATE & APOLOGIZE

liat sheldon jadi kepikiran, kamu tim big bang theory atau young sheldon??? istri saya sukanya young sheldon. kalau saya? suka dua2nya!!! 😆 gaya berbeda, jokes berbeda, tp dua2nya bagus. BBT lebih untuk dewasa ya, young sheldon cocok tontonan family kamu tim mana??? atau belum pernah nonton keduanya???

just tried on this jacket in an Adidas store in China

work! sender milih A karena : 1. berangkat habis subuh tuh masih seger, transum nya sepi & suasana masih tentram 🤩 2. ⁠transjakarta dibawah jam 07.00 pagi cuma 2k doang 😋 3. pulang kerja masih liat matahari tuh semenyenangkan itu 😍

red string theory gue & suami juga ada kita kenalan karna dikenalin sama temen kuliah gue (cewe), temen gue nihhh pacarnya temen tongkrongan suami gue waktu itu. 1 tahun pacaran, gue ke rumah suami gue ini (dulu pacar yahhh)... terus pas ngobrol sama bapaknya... TERNYATA BAPAK DIA KENAL DEKET SAMA KELUARGA BAPAK GUE🤣🤣🤣 terus, baru banget abis nikah kita cerita soal masa sekolah & ternyata... nyokap gue pernah buka kantin di SMP suami gue terus dulu tuh posisinya gue kalo pulang sekolah pasti mampir ke kantin nyokap😭😭😭😭 jadi seharusnya dulu juga kita pernah ketemu karna dia inget juga sama jualan nyokap gue ituu🤣 kalo kejadian ini gue masih kelas 4 sd & dia 1 smp🤭

My sister called me at 2:00 AM. She was crying. "Come get me. Please. I think my husband is dead." I was already putting on my shoes. "Where are you?" "The closet. He's in the bedroom. He's been standing there for three hours. He hasn't moved." "Who hasn't moved?" "Tom. My husband. But it's not Tom." I drove to her house in fifteen minutes. She lives twenty minutes away. I didn't knock. She left the back door unlocked like she said. I found her in the bedroom closet. Kneeling behind her winter coats. Shaking. I pulled her out. "Where is he?" She pointed to the bed. No one was there. "He was here," she whispered. "Standing right there. Facing the wall. For three hours." I checked the whole house. Empty. Her car was in the driveway. His car was gone. "Claire. Where is Tom?" She looked at me. Her eyes were strange. Not scared. Confused. "Tom died," she said. "Three years ago. You were at the funeral." I stared at her. "Claire. I was at your wedding. Last year. I gave a toast. You cried." She shook her head. "That wasn't Tom. That was someone else. Someone wearing Tom." I sat down. My legs felt wrong. "Claire. You're scaring me." She grabbed my phone. Opened my photos. Scrolled to her wedding. "That's not Tom," she said, pointing at the groom. It was Tom. Same face. Same smile. Same suit. But she was right about something. His eyes were wrong. In every photo. Too dark. Too still. Like a photograph of a photograph. I looked at Claire. "Who did you marry?" She started crying again. "I don't know. I don't remember. I just remember waking up one day and he was there. Making coffee. Calling me honey. And I thought... I thought I was going crazy. Because I knew Tom was dead. But he looked like Tom. He sounded like Tom." She grabbed my arm. "So I pretended. For a year. I pretended he was Tom. I pretended everything was fine. But last night, I woke up. And he was standing at the foot of the bed. Facing the wall. Not moving." "What did he say?" "He didn't say anything. He just stood there. For hours. I watched him. And then I realized." "What?" "He wasn't breathing."