When ...
Just when I thought today was turning out to be a good Sunday.
... two words.
Car Accident.
... another two words.
... my fault.
...
I'm digging a hole in search for something to treasure. But I think what I'm really digging ... is something else. The light is getting to be so far. The hole is dark and empty. But I still continue digging. When should I stop?
... two words.
Car Accident.
... another two words.
... my fault.
...
I'm digging a hole in search for something to treasure. But I think what I'm really digging ... is something else. The light is getting to be so far. The hole is dark and empty. But I still continue digging. When should I stop?
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4:11 PM
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