A quarter fell in the trash. She mentioned Miguel's birthday. $he was driving. When the quarter fell in the trash, she leaned in to pick it up! I stuck my hand out and gave her another twenty five cents. Like dont dig in the trash.
After countless hours of downloading grease to my body, scathing my brain with drugs, and generally taking a sorry ass route, the same steps I wrote in idle moments now contain the potency I need to transcend the scene. As they say, when the student is ready, the teacher will appear, and that foo hopped out of the bushes with a mission. So, for lack of a better phrase, a mofo is READY nowadays. Take from this what you can and come back a lot.
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