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I know! I don't buy bag salads, so I would have accepted it from the bag untouched by him. But why have a salad with just some lettuce and carrots from a bag? I add so much more to mine. Anyone touching my food means I won't eat it. After brushing his cat, I jumped away the first time he touched my face. First of all, no one touches my face. My ex was allowed to do so, but he was the exception. Jon was so bummed he couldn't feel my face. Whatever. I had to tell him to wash his hands every time we went to a restaurant because he cut up the bread. So much trouble.

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Klara Jane Holloway
Klara Jane Holloway

Written by Klara Jane Holloway

I write about my experiences in life. Some mundane, some sad, some funny, and hopefully none boring!

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