"Am I pretty, Mama?"
"potato weather for sure...""This is the way we were in our living, in our marrying..."
Hate is a train that thunders aimless through my head
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When my brother died a lot of people weren't sad.
That seems like an odd statement, I guess, but it's true. There were people
who loved him a lot who ...
21 hours ago
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