

I thought the storm had passed. I thought I could finally sink back into my old, quiet, predictable days. But of course not. Life apparently has a talent for tossing grenades into my lap.



I thought the storm had passed. I thought I could finally sink back into my old, quiet, predictable days. But of course not. Life apparently has a talent for tossing grenades into my lap.

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