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So Friday was my sister's birthday. 33, and I can vaguely remember when she got her driver's license. I'm getting too old, I think sometimes.
I've definitely had a wakeup call this weekend. How delicate life is. I'm told all the time and still it scares the shit out of me when I'm reminded. We have enough stuff in our bodies to kill us so ( Read more... )
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it ain't over till it's over, love.
Be in the present.
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