You never really asked permission to show me the garden. But you picked the lock and led me to the flower bed of my words. I found us sl...
The truth about airports and the reason they all die in car accidents.
10,000 ft up, the freeways look so small from here. The gray pavement over passing each other look like veins from here. The cars lik...
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