I swear that every car I touch dies.... my van's transmission went out (and as we all know that is SO fixable). And a week or so the only boy to ever break my heart got married to the girl he dumped me for. So, because my stress levels have been so high I have a freakin' sty (?) (pronounce st+eye) on my freakin' eye. It's just every time I feel
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