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Time sure flies. Like a mosquito on a highway straight into the windshield.
I’m seeing the change as a new beginning rather than the final nail in a busted up coffin.
Time sure flies. Like a mosquito on a highway straight into the windshield.
I’m seeing the change as a new beginning rather than the final nail in a busted up coffin.
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