I remember it started with that one morning. That morning when the sun chose to peak its brilliant head shyly over the brims of the clouds. A heavenly morning if you will. The air was crisp but bespoke the promise. The dawn. The birth of a new age. A new era. A new day. The day was so young and I imagined a tiny infant swaddled in a blanket
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BITCH!
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