Holy sh*t. What the hell? I look around and close my eyes, searching within everything for an excessively dark spot or a bright spot. Finding one, I open my eyes and disintegrate.
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I keep Jackie's hand in mine and look around, chills shivering up and down my spine.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain