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Falling over the tears. I took him to the airport yesterday. We hugged, punched each other, and got on a bus. Going east. Fifty thousand years or miles. Ninety five of my children dead, forty two on my eyes. Why did he do it? Why didnt I? They killed the one that he couldnt. Did god want this?
Think on that for awhile. Fartknockers.
Think on that for awhile. Fartknockers.