Laying here listening to heavy rain pelting the house, I keep telling myself: “at least it’s not snow.”
Laying here listening to heavy rain pelting the house, I keep telling myself: “at least it’s not snow.”
I guess the contract was only for 5 years. Let’s hope Katie can get through detox without the “Church” harassing her into an early grave.
If my cubicle had a roof on it, it would make a cool fort.
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