I must have died alone...a long, long time ago...
or something to that effect.
I have never felt this feeling before when a relationship crashed and burned: nothing.
I was either sad, or happy to be out of it, or scared or something...
...today I feel nothing.
A man named Stephan Dunham was a privateer. He was married to Elisabeth Dunham, a distant relative of Spanish royalty. They had a son named Jonathon.
He went down to the briny deep in a shipwreck in 1714.
What happens if the man using his recycled soul meets the woman carrying the recycled soul of Elisabeth?
And they both realize it?
What are the odds of that happening?
I have never felt this feeling before when a relationship crashed and burned: nothing.
I was either sad, or happy to be out of it, or scared or something...
...today I feel nothing.
A man named Stephan Dunham was a privateer. He was married to Elisabeth Dunham, a distant relative of Spanish royalty. They had a son named Jonathon.
He went down to the briny deep in a shipwreck in 1714.
What happens if the man using his recycled soul meets the woman carrying the recycled soul of Elisabeth?
And they both realize it?
What are the odds of that happening?