What if it turns out that life isn't defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you've lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next? You keep going.. even when you can't see where you're headed.
This weekend has gone fairly well. Thursday Bobby called me when I was
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the other ones are great too.
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