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sometimes life takes a turn on you.
tonight i found out, Donna Hanlon, the women I sat and worked next to for two years, was hit by a car and killed crossing the street in Plainvile on saturday night. i'm a fucking mess. i drove by the caution tape and police saturday night, i saw it all, and it was her...she was killed. i can't stop crying. she loved me soooo much. that women would do anything for me. she loved the way i did the "friday" dance. she was so happy spirited and she was always full of humor. i loved that woman. i loved her so much, and she thought the world of me. she was devestated when i was fired, she was the first one to call me and say it wouldn't be the same without me. she always would cover my 5-5:30 shift whenever i needed the day off, she'd do it in a second because it was for me. i went in friday to show them my tattoos, i just saw her friday....i just saw her. this can't be real.
tonight i found out, Donna Hanlon, the women I sat and worked next to for two years, was hit by a car and killed crossing the street in Plainvile on saturday night. i'm a fucking mess. i drove by the caution tape and police saturday night, i saw it all, and it was her...she was killed. i can't stop crying. she loved me soooo much. that women would do anything for me. she loved the way i did the "friday" dance. she was so happy spirited and she was always full of humor. i loved that woman. i loved her so much, and she thought the world of me. she was devestated when i was fired, she was the first one to call me and say it wouldn't be the same without me. she always would cover my 5-5:30 shift whenever i needed the day off, she'd do it in a second because it was for me. i went in friday to show them my tattoos, i just saw her friday....i just saw her. this can't be real.