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+ 6:59 p.m.
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6:44 PM on a late October night flying down some country road with the sun melting away into silouhetted fields...
"I'm still hung up on this asshole...nobody will ever love him like I do..."
It kept repeating in my head over and over and over...
the words fell from my mouth and landed on his drawing table and he never even flinched.
"This year has aged me..."
If only he knew.