When life hands you lemons, go find some gin and tonic, then read a book!
I was on the way out the door when my dad called to tell me that my mom had died. It was a warm spring day, and dust motes danced in the sunbeam in front of me …
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You smiled As if you could soothe the wounds of your brutality With these small treasures, As if they are not tokens marking your property
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